[ it's not bleeding as much as before, but the pressure coming off means it's bleeding with renewed purpose. not exactly ideal, but it's not gushing? that's something. david spits on the sheet and bundles it around his fingers to start wiping up what he can, clearing up as much blood — dried and otherwise — as he can. ]
[ he winces at the touch of the tar to the open wound, still raw and tender, but he pinches the skin to help it adhere. which david super would not recommend, doesn't feel great, does make his vision blur around the edges for a second. ]
[ speaking of bad ideas though. seeing the way it doesn't fully seal the wound makes something else occur to him. ]
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[ he winces at the touch of the tar to the open wound, still raw and tender, but he pinches the skin to help it adhere. which david super would not recommend, doesn't feel great, does make his vision blur around the edges for a second. ]
[ speaking of bad ideas though. seeing the way it doesn't fully seal the wound makes something else occur to him. ]
This shit flammable?