Depends on how bad it gets. If you still look like death in the morning, then it's not taking right.
[Peter didn't really mean to lie, but he just couldn't bring himself to say that he might die. Not when Roman was already clearly so freaked about the whole thing. He shakes his head, laughs a little at the comment. Maybe this really wasn't so different.
He curses under his breath as he looks at the wound, and it's certainly not getting better. He presses a clean gauze pad to it, exhaling, trying to focus.]
Here, hold this in place. I'm going to get a cloth.
[A damp soft cloth, something to try and make sure it was clean, see if he could brush away any of the blackened skin he could see. It was a long shot, but desperation was starting to set in. He'd call Destiny, but Peter's aware that would probably be more for moral support. He'd give it a bit longer, see what happened.]
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Date: 2014-08-13 05:38 pm (UTC)[Peter didn't really mean to lie, but he just couldn't bring himself to say that he might die. Not when Roman was already clearly so freaked about the whole thing. He shakes his head, laughs a little at the comment. Maybe this really wasn't so different.
He curses under his breath as he looks at the wound, and it's certainly not getting better. He presses a clean gauze pad to it, exhaling, trying to focus.]
Here, hold this in place. I'm going to get a cloth.
[A damp soft cloth, something to try and make sure it was clean, see if he could brush away any of the blackened skin he could see. It was a long shot, but desperation was starting to set in. He'd call Destiny, but Peter's aware that would probably be more for moral support. He'd give it a bit longer, see what happened.]