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Keith (finds) wrote in miraclecountry,

[He can't think much of it as the fabric goes, a priority in the pain pulsing incessantly through him even from the movements and cleaning, though he can hold it back enough not to make much of a sound then, shutting his eyes, trying to focus on breathing. Trying to stay steady.

When Shiro speaks, Keith opens his eyes again, locks gazes with him firmly and sure -- swallows down any nerves as he's reaching out to grab his hand tightly. To hold on without restraint, giving another little nod as a silent go ahead.]

[Because no matter how much he might steel himself for it, it's inevitable that when the burning metal touches his leg, the scream he lets out comes out involuntarily loud and unfiltered, pain searing through him. It'll be soon enough that it settles again, at least, that he quiets and just breathes heavily through the after-wave of it, but. Fuck. Fuck this and that -- whatever creature it was.

He doesn't once let go of Shiro's hand.]