I’m fine, Greengrass had said, even though it was clear by his tone that he wasn’t. He lowered his gaze to Greengrass’ fingers as they finished the last of the buttons, unsure if he should—or if he even could—respond. He was certain Greengrass had felt his fingertips, so clearly he was trying to ignore it, only Valerian wasn’t sure whether that was what he wanted.
Finally his shirt came off, and Valerian shrugged it off with mild difficulty. He looked down at the wound, and shit, it went all the way from his shoulder down right below his elbow. He gulped at the prospect of trying to heal that on his own—splinchings we’re painful by nature—but it was still preferable to the hospital.
“My coat pocket,” he said, nodding to where it laid just out of reach. “There’s a pouch in there—it’s got an undetectable extension charm. I’m not sure if I have dittany.” Merlin he hoped he did, else he’d be stuck finding a more temporary solution.
Finally his shirt came off, and Valerian shrugged it off with mild difficulty. He looked down at the wound, and shit, it went all the way from his shoulder down right below his elbow. He gulped at the prospect of trying to heal that on his own—splinchings we’re painful by nature—but it was still preferable to the hospital.
“My coat pocket,” he said, nodding to where it laid just out of reach. “There’s a pouch in there—it’s got an undetectable extension charm. I’m not sure if I have dittany.” Merlin he hoped he did, else he’d be stuck finding a more temporary solution.
