fried: (twenty-four)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ help, she's right, he does stay in the hospital! mostly! look, he can't stand right now so he's stuck here anyway.

gives you a general wound overview copypaste: he has like, stab wounds everywhere. it's his shoulder, his legs, and in his stomach. they look like someone was trying to run him through with a sword with the shoulder and stomach, but the legs are more shallow, thinner. one of his arms is just absolutely useless - a gouge near the inner elbow/forearm, something that looks like it was made with some sort of sharp teeth. it's messy. there's also some sort of gouge-y bite wound on his shoulder, too.

he's got slash marks across his face, too. kind of claw like. and his left ear is ripped in half - it's missing the top half of it, so he's just got half an ear. it's all bandaged as much as it can be.

when he hears her, he looks up in her direction, but it's probably pretty clear today that he can't see a damn thing. he hesitates. ]


Ellie?
fried: (thirty-nine)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ he shakes his head slowly. ]

No. I've... I'm alright. [ exhausted, though. ] Be careful.

[ around him, he means, but he doesn't quite specify. ]
fried: (eighty)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
No, I'm not worried about me. I don't want to attack you.

[ he sounds exhausted about this, ears drooping. ]
fried: DNT (ninety-one)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ he pulls in on himself a little, ears pinning back. ]

You've seen why. The crash was my fault. [ the car crash, he means. ]
fried: DNT (ninety-five)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ he tenses, as she comes closer, but - it's not her that he's afraid of. ]

I attacked them. I shot Yves, Elysia. I tried to strangle Marcoh, and tried to break Siffrin's ribs.
fried: DNT (ninety-nine)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ his jaw works. ]

Something that took control. It still lingers. [ he would not normally. ]
fried: (eighty)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-07 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that's fine - he tenses, at first, all his muscles locked up. but after a moment, he shakily and uncertainly reaches for her hand to set his own on top of it. ]
fried: twt: xxltty (twenty-five)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-08 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
For now.

[ roughly. ]

If it starts again, I'll need to be restrained.
fried: (eighty)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-10 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ ham hand samwich ]

Alright.

[ he swallows hard. ]

Thank you. [ he believes her, and it's a little bit of a relief. ]
fried: (one hundred five)

[personal profile] fried 2025-03-12 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ makes angry noises about her being dead like four days later

there's a long pause, and then very carefully, he brings their clasped hands up and tucks them under his chin. this is about as close to a hug as he can get, because he won't initiate one. ]