twenty-two strikes
[the journal falls open to catch the sounds of someone... well... raiding the clinic. Crashing, clattering, muffled grunts of pain.
he's trying to work as quickly as his wounds will allow, so there is a chance that his presence will be missed. If someone does come across him, however... there is a man, half-covered in horrific burns, digging through the medical supplies. The entirety of his left arm is charred, lesser burns radiating out from there. Had this been a normal circumstance, he should have been confined to a burn unit where he would stay for several weeks. Instead, he is fighting off shock and clumsily collecting gauze and medication with his one functioning arm, plus whatever else he thinks might come in handy for long-term burn care, and shoving it into all into a small duffel bag.
and that look in his eyes? ...nothing but crazy.]
((ooc: oh god, open to anyone in and around the clinic. ...If you dare. dated some time after this. D:))
he's trying to work as quickly as his wounds will allow, so there is a chance that his presence will be missed. If someone does come across him, however... there is a man, half-covered in horrific burns, digging through the medical supplies. The entirety of his left arm is charred, lesser burns radiating out from there. Had this been a normal circumstance, he should have been confined to a burn unit where he would stay for several weeks. Instead, he is fighting off shock and clumsily collecting gauze and medication with his one functioning arm, plus whatever else he thinks might come in handy for long-term burn care, and shoving it into all into a small duffel bag.
and that look in his eyes? ...nothing but crazy.]
((ooc: oh god, open to anyone in and around the clinic. ...If you dare. dated some time after this. D:))