He swallows, and his voice is as calm as the sea would be if it stopped. "Good."
His hands shake. He can't stop that, but he moves with one of the alcohol-soaked cloths to clean the wound. It may look worse than it is, but there is a lot of blood, and more oozes out of the wound as he cleans it.
"Long range sniper," he says. "Fired from a short distance. Explains the burning along the edge of the wound."
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Date: 2013-06-09 04:52 am (UTC)His hands shake. He can't stop that, but he moves with one of the alcohol-soaked cloths to clean the wound. It may look worse than it is, but there is a lot of blood, and more oozes out of the wound as he cleans it.
"Long range sniper," he says. "Fired from a short distance. Explains the burning along the edge of the wound."