[There's a pang of guilt, but Hong Kong can't listen to it right now. Rather he takes another calming breath and focuses on Japan's wounds. His hands get a little shaky as he goes on, but he keeps at it, albeit slowly. He keeps thinking there has to be someone to call for this sort of thing, someone who would do something. But he can't think of a name... Who would help? Is anyone around here even part of the medical profession...
When he finishes he gently wipes away any blood that needs it and grabs some scissors, cutting up the curtain into strips for crude bandages. These heh sews closed or ties as needed. When he's done it's not exactly beautiful, but it's something... ... ... Kneeling on the floor next to Japan he sort of stares blankly trying to continue taking deep breaths. He feels so sick...]
All done.
[His voice breaks in the middle, but he doesn't notice.]
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When he finishes he gently wipes away any blood that needs it and grabs some scissors, cutting up the curtain into strips for crude bandages. These heh sews closed or ties as needed. When he's done it's not exactly beautiful, but it's something... ... ... Kneeling on the floor next to Japan he sort of stares blankly trying to continue taking deep breaths. He feels so sick...]
All done.
[His voice breaks in the middle, but he doesn't notice.]