Trauma watched him from his place and let him go when he went to find the kit. It was surprisingly used frequently in this house with everything. What was it with them and getting into all kinds of horrific trouble. This shouldn't be that common. But then that was the way of the city.
He frowned awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how best to answer and what exactly was going to go over best. (Trauma was well aware of his own hypocrisy. And he could live with it, but he was pretty sure breaking their deal to stay out of trouble with the city falling into unrest was something he shouldn't have done, if he wanted to keep the deal in place. Or get through his life without an argument about the fact that Claudio didn't have a certain resurrection, and Trauma did. The rules should be different. And he was positive he'd hear about this later, when he wasn't bleeding out on the couch.) He began to awkwardly pick at the knot Casey had tied to keep the makeshift bandage over his shoulder, to help, but quickly found he wasn't able to between the strange angle and the way it jostled his arm. He'd have to let Claudio do it.
Finally he sat forward enough that Claudio had access to the mess of his arm and...everything else. He wasn't even sure what all was wrong right now, only that his whole arm felt like it was throbbing all the way up into his neck and his head hurt like crazy.
"....I got shot." He said, finally. He'd have matched what he said with something noncommittal but shrugging was currently out of the question.
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Date: 2014-11-28 07:19 am (UTC)He frowned awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how best to answer and what exactly was going to go over best. (Trauma was well aware of his own hypocrisy. And he could live with it, but he was pretty sure breaking their deal to stay out of trouble with the city falling into unrest was something he shouldn't have done, if he wanted to keep the deal in place. Or get through his life without an argument about the fact that Claudio didn't have a certain resurrection, and Trauma did. The rules should be different. And he was positive he'd hear about this later, when he wasn't bleeding out on the couch.) He began to awkwardly pick at the knot Casey had tied to keep the makeshift bandage over his shoulder, to help, but quickly found he wasn't able to between the strange angle and the way it jostled his arm. He'd have to let Claudio do it.
Finally he sat forward enough that Claudio had access to the mess of his arm and...everything else. He wasn't even sure what all was wrong right now, only that his whole arm felt like it was throbbing all the way up into his neck and his head hurt like crazy.
"....I got shot." He said, finally. He'd have matched what he said with something noncommittal but shrugging was currently out of the question.