[ flesh knits, scars, smooths over, but something's wrong, and quentin knows it as he swims back to consciousness, wincing at the feeling of blood still wet on his skin, mossy rock beneath him. he feels.. weird, but he doesn't have the time right now to examine the thought.
instead, he hisses faintly as he drags his eyelids open, touching fingertips to the tear in his uniform that had been an open wound, then getting his elbow beneath himself to push upright. he feels dizzy and too warm, but it has to be from blood loss, from the jungle outside this cave, doesn't it? even if it feels like something considerably more alarming, which he knows for a fact should be well-controlled by his suppressants. ]
Where--? [ he rubs the back of his hand over the blood beneath his nose again, turning his flushed face first on julian, then josh, before his mouth flattens to a thin line. ] You can heal yourself, right?
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Date: 2021-04-12 06:37 pm (UTC)instead, he hisses faintly as he drags his eyelids open, touching fingertips to the tear in his uniform that had been an open wound, then getting his elbow beneath himself to push upright. he feels dizzy and too warm, but it has to be from blood loss, from the jungle outside this cave, doesn't it? even if it feels like something considerably more alarming, which he knows for a fact should be well-controlled by his suppressants. ]
Where--? [ he rubs the back of his hand over the blood beneath his nose again, turning his flushed face first on julian, then josh, before his mouth flattens to a thin line. ] You can heal yourself, right?