[Well, that's good at least. Robert can get his cuts clean then.
Every once in awhile, he swaps cloth pads; meticulously bundling them in the wrappers of the last one. Eventually there is a pile of spent cloth pads in the wastebin, and Don's cuts have been cleansed of the worst of the dried blood.
Robert's still not sure whether Don is injured on his other side; he can't really lift the Turtle to tell, and something tells him that he shouldn't be trying to grab and lift Don in this state anyway. Besides, this is probably the worst of the injuries... hopefully.
Breathing in the sterile scent of the cleanser to counteract the rusty tang of blood on his hands, Robert once more looks at Don's injuries.]
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Every once in awhile, he swaps cloth pads; meticulously bundling them in the wrappers of the last one. Eventually there is a pile of spent cloth pads in the wastebin, and Don's cuts have been cleansed of the worst of the dried blood.
Robert's still not sure whether Don is injured on his other side; he can't really lift the Turtle to tell, and something tells him that he shouldn't be trying to grab and lift Don in this state anyway. Besides, this is probably the worst of the injuries... hopefully.
Breathing in the sterile scent of the cleanser to counteract the rusty tang of blood on his hands, Robert once more looks at Don's injuries.]
What am I to do with this arm...