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Red brushed through his fingers as he looked down at the wide wound. He had a hole over his right shoulder, where he'd been 'staked' so to speak. It wasn't silver, just some piece of wood-- maybe even a chair leg, he wasn't sure-- it just hurt like fuck. And it had ruined his shirt. He'd tossed a jacket off onto the couch and slumped down in the chair, he pulled his fingers away looking at the sticky mess. "Fucking idiots." If they were going to stake him they should have at least staked him properly. A cough passing his lips as he unbuttoned the top button of that silk blue top, tugging at it around the messy wound.
It would heal up in a day or two, but that required patience he just didn't have.
It would heal up in a day or two, but that required patience he just didn't have.