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[ohmykethe]

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[poorneedyand]

What're you going to do, clean the holes out with brandy? Go to the doctor and have it looked at.

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[ohmykethe]

[Mildmay looks up from his hand, obviously just considering this for the first time:] ...Brandy'd be good.

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[poorneedyand]

[Sigh. That wasn't a suggestion, Mildmay.] You can have some after you've gone to see someone about your hand. You're going to get lockjaw if you aren't careful.

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[ohmykethe]

Nah, I meant for cleaning out the... lockjaw?

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[poorneedyand]

Lockjaw. You know, tetanus? You cut yourself up with something metal, you might end up sick. The kind of sick where all your muscles seize up and you can't open your mouth.

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[ohmykethe]

[This gets a pointed stare. He doesn't attempt to correct his slur at all when he says:] Yeah, I seen that before.

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[poorneedyand]

[...Yeah, he probably has. Kay nods; she will defer to your greater scar wisdom, kid.] Yeah, well. If you don't see about Doctor McCoy or someone taking a look at your hand, I'll ask him to make a house call.

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[ohmykethe]

Nah, it's fine, I just gotta wash it up and bandage shit... [He starts pulling out the string.]

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[poorneedyand]

[Kay winces. It just looks painful, all right? See-a-doctor painful (and see-a-doctor tetanus-y), and Kay avoids medical professionals if at all possible.] It'll take ten, maybe fifteen minutes. At least come over into the kitchen, you're liable to bleed on the carpet. [And however less attentive to housework she might now be, she's still not in favour of bloodstains on the floor.]

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[ohmykethe]

Alright, alright... [Mildmay knows how to get bloodstains out of things! Mildmay also knows when he's lost an argument that, if he's honest, wasn't worth having in the first place. He gets up to wander into the bathroom, standing over the sink and trying not to get blood all over it.]

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[poorneedyand]

[Kay follows him, because of course she does, and leans against the doorjamb, watching him.] Why don't you rinse it off here and then go see someone? I'm sure it wouldn't take too long.

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[ohmykethe]

I got most of the thread out, should be fine. [Grumble grumble, pout.]

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[poorneedyand]

[Eyeroll.] Lockjaw. C'mon, it'll take half an hour of your life, and maybe Bones can fix it up so it heals faster.

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[ohmykethe]

[Mildmay glares back at Kay through the mirror. He flexes his hand a bit, trying to test it out. It hurts like fuck, to put it bluntly.] Yeah, might as fucking well.

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[poorneedyand]

Good. [Go ahead and glare, Mildmay, we'll see how far it gets you. You're a hell of a lot scarier-looking than her coworkers, but you're not as intimidating as you look.] You want some company on the walk over?

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[ohmykethe]

[Mildmay pauses. He sees a way out of this!] Nah, I'll, uh, I'll go later.