[A surprised hum escapes Regis once the soldier suddenly volunteers to aid him. He gives the woman a somewhat awkward glance before nodding in compliance.
Despite knowing how to treat minor scrapes and gashes, it's far more difficult for Regis to take care of his injuries than it is to aid others. Something about having to touch his own blood makes him a tad squeamish despite seeming so fearless in the eyes of others. Regis is human. He doesn't like the scent of blood an dislikes it even more when it's his.]
It's far worse than it seems. [The king warns as he slowly unwraps the stained bandages. They're red with his blood and slightly soiled from dirt. The wound that lies underneath is a deep one that cuts beneath the pale toned flesh gruesomely. It looks red and puffy with thin trickles of crimson sliding down his leg and onto the torn fabric of his dark slacks. As one would expect, it's a terrible wound but at least there's no bone showing.
Regis will need stitches.]
Believe me when I say I suffered worse but this is...rather bad.
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Despite knowing how to treat minor scrapes and gashes, it's far more difficult for Regis to take care of his injuries than it is to aid others. Something about having to touch his own blood makes him a tad squeamish despite seeming so fearless in the eyes of others. Regis is human. He doesn't like the scent of blood an dislikes it even more when it's his.]
It's far worse than it seems. [The king warns as he slowly unwraps the stained bandages. They're red with his blood and slightly soiled from dirt. The wound that lies underneath is a deep one that cuts beneath the pale toned flesh gruesomely. It looks red and puffy with thin trickles of crimson sliding down his leg and onto the torn fabric of his dark slacks. As one would expect, it's a terrible wound but at least there's no bone showing.
Regis will need stitches.]
Believe me when I say I suffered worse but this is...rather bad.