[ Said unconvincingly through gritted teeth as he peels back fabric. It's difficult to say how bad it is, even as the lack of imminent danger allows his nerves to process the destruction, but his body still works. He can breathe, he can move, he's not spitting up blood or in danger of passing out—ergo, it's a flesh wound, nothing more.
Though, as he thinks that, he's met with a surprising bolt of pain when he presses down to undo a button. A flesh wound still, but a deep one, and he suspects a cracked sternum. Maybe some ribs, as well.
He's about to report this revelation when he sees Angelo extracting the cigarette case from his coat. Hickey's hand darts out to shove the case back against his chest. He says nothing, not wanting to risk being overheard, but his hard stare is a warning. He shakes his head. As much as he'd prefer to, he can't magic this wound away. The others cannot know. ]
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[ Said unconvincingly through gritted teeth as he peels back fabric. It's difficult to say how bad it is, even as the lack of imminent danger allows his nerves to process the destruction, but his body still works. He can breathe, he can move, he's not spitting up blood or in danger of passing out—ergo, it's a flesh wound, nothing more.
Though, as he thinks that, he's met with a surprising bolt of pain when he presses down to undo a button. A flesh wound still, but a deep one, and he suspects a cracked sternum. Maybe some ribs, as well.
He's about to report this revelation when he sees Angelo extracting the cigarette case from his coat. Hickey's hand darts out to shove the case back against his chest. He says nothing, not wanting to risk being overheard, but his hard stare is a warning. He shakes his head. As much as he'd prefer to, he can't magic this wound away. The others cannot know. ]