@lauqhings asked: ❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
He’s breathing heavily, panting as he leans against the tree, his eyes squeezed shut and his brows pinched in pain. His shirt is soaked with BLOOD and rolled up enough to expose the gushing wound across his abdomen. ❛❛ Ouch. ❜❜ He winces as Arthur applies pressure, working with a bandage to help stop the bleeding. ❛❛ You really have to watch out for Myers, huh? ❜❜ he asks with a breathy chuckle, eyes darting around to make sure they’re alone. ❛❛ The guy pops out of nowhere. ❜❜
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