[Light very nearly screams at that - he hadn't even heard Near come in. but his brain catches up before his automatic instincts kick in and he draws in a deep, sharp breath instead. the door to the bathroom is only half-closed and he hooks his foot around the edge of it, pulling it open all the way.] Aside from that part where my right hand looks like steak which means that I can't bandage it because ambidexterity only gets you that far no, god, no I'm not all right. I need your help. I need someone with two hands.
Yeah. Cold water and neosporin, and I've already got a dressing on it but it's just the bandages I can't manage. [the bandages and, of course, getting rid of the still-raging panic; although at least he can control the latter to some degree.]
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*Near raps on the door. Usually he wouldn't intrude, bu something sounds very wrong, and there's something slippery on the floor, almost like...*
Light, are you alright?
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Have you cleaned the cuts out?
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