third twist of the coil
[Nikola Tesla is not a happy man right now. Maybe it's because of the searing pain in his right hand that wasn't abating, or the fact that he touched a live wire and recieved a reaction that was he was not expecting, or maybe it was because he hated this castle as much as he hated Thomas Edison. Or a combination of the three.
Anyways, he opens his journal with his other hand, trying to ignore the red welts swelling on his fingertips. His tone is full of biting sarcasm.]
Oh, this is just great. Guess who just discovered their loss the hard way?
[There's a sharp intake of breath.]
Does anyone knows how to treat an electrical burn around here? If I could request your services for just a moment...
[And he shuts the journal, as he doesn't want to appear weak. Damn it, this loss could take a while getting used to.]