In spite of the stickiness, and now that he was closer, the smell, Nanna peered into the body with some interest. After all, how often was he going to get to see how the insides of a mortal's body looked? It was all a bunch of blobs and bulges, most of them in differing colors of red, pink and grey. Not nice looking. And he sort of wondered how it all managed to work together. Didn't it slosh around?
And just when he was getting interested, his brother managed to figure out this was a bad idea. Nanna sighed, just a little bit. Because he knew he should really help Nergal clean this up before their mother got home. It was the responsible thing to do. And probably a better idea than seeing that that ropey thing was that was all over the stomach area. There was just a lot of it, so it had to be important, and Nanna always liked to know about important things.
But Nergal was getting down now, and they should definitely fix this mess. It was probably going to take a while, too, since there was blood everywhere. He wasn't even sure how they were going to get it all out of the wood on the table, or from between the stones on the floor. And once they managed to get it cleaned up, they were going to have to find new spices. Mother would notice if hers were missing. First things first, though... where were they going to put the body?
Nanna was just starting to come to the realization that this was going to be harder than he thought when he noticed Nergal climbing down. For some reason, he put his hand out to steady his brother, maybe unconsciously recognizing how slick the floor was with all the blood on it. But it wasn't enough, and Nergal's grab pulled Nanna off balance as well. He had just enough time to squeeze his eyes and mouth shut so no blood got in when it spattered, and then he was hitting the floor. Hard.
There was a sharp, hot pain that shot through his shoulder as it smacked against the stone slabs. Nanna made sure to keep his mouth closed, so the sound he made was muffled, but he really wanted to yell. That had hurt! He could feel some stickiness on his face, probably from the blood, so he tried to lift his hand to wipe it away. But it wouldn't move the way he wanted his arm to move.
Nanna opened his eyes, worry and pain etched on his features. “Nergal... something's wrong with my arm.”