Apr 14, 2009 01:44
No one is in the direct view of the camera, focused on the majority of his bedroom. It's mostly well kept but there is a small clump of bloodied bandages and gauze sitting on a towel on the bed.
There's a sharp hiss of pain and movement in a mirror across the room.
"Shit."
If one focuses, they can see Heiji, back to the mirror, mostly out of view with just his left side visible. He's shirtless, and he's bracing his left hand against the wall, holding a wet cloth to his arm. As he removes the cloth, the cloth is slightly red.
He carefully places a clean piece of gauze over what must be a cut up near his shoulder, and then wraps a bandage around it, taping the whole thing in place. He turns to grab something, leaning down enough to show his face in the mirror. He looks to be in pain, and, if one knows him well enough, deep in thought.
He moves out of sight of the mirror and into the camera view over to his bed, pulling his shirt down and making sure the sleeve completely covered the bandage before grabbing the dirty supplies and leaving his room to dispose of them.