Varada gives a small nod of his head, his eyes returning to Shiox’s vulnerable form. First things first: if they’re to check his wounds, they need access to them. Upon taking in another deep, calming breath, he rests his hands at the collar of Shiox’s shirt. “I’m removing your shirt, Shiox,” he informs. Then, he effortlessly tears the cloth, revealing Shiox’s pale, bloodstained chest and stomach.
It takes a moment to distinguish bloodstained flesh from actual wounded flesh, but eventually, Varada is able to identify the number of bullet wounds and their locations. Still, it’s impossible to tell from a visual inspection whether or not the wounds are clean. Maybe Ryuuji will be able to tell?
“Can you check him? I’ll hold him, just…” Varada reaches out, his arms wrapping around Shiox’s form. “Please.”