[It's a mess under the shirt; dried and still damp blood everywhere, caked onto his chest, shoulders and stomach from where he'd crawled away and buried himself behind a tree after it had happened. There are a few other bruises and scratches as well, but nothing quite so life threatening as the bullet wound.
Except that his life isn't threatened at all. Aside from being dizzy and sore, he doesn't seem to be in an exceptional amount of pain at all.
Wincing, he moves to sit down on the edge of the bathtub and then leans over to turn the water on, shoulders slumped forward as though that would help hide the sight of him from his master.]
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Except that his life isn't threatened at all. Aside from being dizzy and sore, he doesn't seem to be in an exceptional amount of pain at all.
Wincing, he moves to sit down on the edge of the bathtub and then leans over to turn the water on, shoulders slumped forward as though that would help hide the sight of him from his master.]