[The panic is more for the bodies littering the ground than himself. Are they already dead, or is the life still draining out of them, pooling somewhere like their blood? His stomach lurches and he swallows dryly.]
I've gotten worse than this.
[But his voice is strained through clenched teeth as he yanks his arms out of his jacket and ties it over his wounded side in a makeshift bandage. Hardly any of the beige material is left unstained by grime or unnameable blood. When he's done tying the knot off, he'll head for the closest door he can find, pushing his shoulder against it as he twists the knob to let them both in.]
Day 5
I've gotten worse than this.
[But his voice is strained through clenched teeth as he yanks his arms out of his jacket and ties it over his wounded side in a makeshift bandage. Hardly any of the beige material is left unstained by grime or unnameable blood. When he's done tying the knot off, he'll head for the closest door he can find, pushing his shoulder against it as he twists the knob to let them both in.]