[ There are people who can take injury with cool, steely resolve, a set jaw, and a harsh exhale. Krouse is not one of those people. His whole body goes rigid with the initial burst of pain, his eyes wide and mouth twisting as he curses. ]
Fuck!
[ He manages to hold his arm in place from as much shock as willpower, pulling away only once he can wrap his fingers around the end of the scalpel and take over control of the implement. ]
Fuck. [ He mutters, bringing the blunt tip of the scalpel up to his mouth to hold it in place with his teeth as he fumbles next to him for gauze, distorting the rest of his words. ] No. Not after that. Fucking Christ.
[ When he pulls the scalpel free, the gush of blood already dripping off his arm turns into a spout. Thick red droplets splatter the floor before he slaps a pad of gauze on top and bears down with firm pressure, cotton instantly blooming crimson. He discards the blade in the sink with a metallic clatter. ]
I know I said we weren't fucking around, but you're really not fucking around.
cw: stabbing, blood
Fuck!
[ He manages to hold his arm in place from as much shock as willpower, pulling away only once he can wrap his fingers around the end of the scalpel and take over control of the implement. ]
Fuck. [ He mutters, bringing the blunt tip of the scalpel up to his mouth to hold it in place with his teeth as he fumbles next to him for gauze, distorting the rest of his words. ] No. Not after that. Fucking Christ.
[ When he pulls the scalpel free, the gush of blood already dripping off his arm turns into a spout. Thick red droplets splatter the floor before he slaps a pad of gauze on top and bears down with firm pressure, cotton instantly blooming crimson. He discards the blade in the sink with a metallic clatter. ]
I know I said we weren't fucking around, but you're really not fucking around.