[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Once he's sure the other blonde isn't going to go right back to grabbing at him he takes his hand back, grabs his IV pole and rolls over the edge of the room to pluck several tissues from a box to attempt to clean himself up.]
Yes, I'm bleeding. [He punctuates that with a wet cough, thank you very much.] It looks more disturbing than it actually is--and I am not dying.
[At least not right this second. Was this eventually going to kill him? Probably, but that was the fun thing about wasting away...]
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Yes, I'm bleeding. [He punctuates that with a wet cough, thank you very much.] It looks more disturbing than it actually is--and I am not dying.
[At least not right this second. Was this eventually going to kill him? Probably, but that was the fun thing about wasting away...]