| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:40 am] |
Genma held his hands up in indecisive horror, wanting to grab Kuromaru's arms and restrain him, and fearing what would happen if he tried. "Put your hands down, Kuromaru. Just put... Don't rub that!" The eye socket was the cleanest part of the wound. Fresh pink skin was already filling in the gap, closing it down so that only a small dark hole remained. In a few weeks' time, even that would close. But the flesh around the eye was horrific. Brilliant vermilion and oozing blood, yellowish at the margins, pitted and gnarled where the body had tried to overcome gangrene with massive inflammation and too much growth.
Every time Kuromaru's hands scraped over the raw surface, blood and straw-colored fluid oozed to the surface. He howled; Genma cringed and steeled himself to tackle Kuromaru before he did serious damage to himself.
"Let me bandage it. Let me put some ointment on it, please?" It was hard to remember he was talking to a dog as much as a rational man. "Let me bandage it, so the air stops hitting it. You have raw nerve endings where the skin hasn't closed."
He wanted to cast a numbing jutsu, but wasn't sure he dared, given his limited understanding of Inuzuka chakra physiology. His ointment was analgesic, though; it would help, even if a jutsu was off limits. "Did they give you some pain pills or something? You want to take one before I start?" |
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