[he winces just a little-- the sound doesn't bother him, the look of the wound, still bleeding, though a little slower, doesn't bother him. even the volume of Wolfwood's screams doesn't bother him.
it's that it's Wolfwood. that bothers him, there's a pit in his stomach]
I know, I know. It's alright, shhh. I've got you, Nico. You're alright.
[quickly, deftly, he splints his wound, wraps it tight]
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it's that it's Wolfwood. that bothers him, there's a pit in his stomach]
I know, I know. It's alright, shhh. I've got you, Nico. You're alright.
[quickly, deftly, he splints his wound, wraps it tight]