[Once the water boils Hong Kong soaks a part of the towel and sets to dabbing away the blood so he can find the wounds. His hands don't shake and his expression is as blank as ever -maybe a little blanker...- but he feels like the room's spinning. Everything feels so precarious... ... ... Even his own body feels distant. Numb.]
Oh... I've never done this before.
[That is incredibly stupid to say, but he's not really functioning at top wit right now. Which is probably the only thing keeping him from crying completely...]
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Oh... I've never done this before.
[That is incredibly stupid to say, but he's not really functioning at top wit right now. Which is probably the only thing keeping him from crying completely...]