[Carefully pulling away the wet bandage is a brief distraction to the growing worry. Roman lays it open on the counter top. His skin is starting to get red and inflamed around the puncture wounds, the blood that comes out is runny, as though there is no way for it to congeal. Within the teeth marks it's not red, it's black for certain. Or at least a very deep, dark red.]
I cleaned it.
[Roman's last genuine A was in first aid. With his palm laying flat to the counter top, he realizes there's a feeling like a hum starting deep under his skin and resounding, hardly discernible through the rest of him.]
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I cleaned it.
[Roman's last genuine A was in first aid. With his palm laying flat to the counter top, he realizes there's a feeling like a hum starting deep under his skin and resounding, hardly discernible through the rest of him.]
Dammit, say something.