Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

Sebastian glanced down at his bloody shoulder. He slowly nodded at the other. "Yes, but all the resting is driving me crazy," he admitted. "And when I move it sometimes opens up. But, I am glad it is blood and not puss as it was before,' he explained to the male. Blood was better than puss. He was glad that the other wanted to help.

"The bleeding means that the wound is healthy now. Before I got here it was bad. Infectious even. All gross and dead tissue," he explained. "Thank you for helping. How have you fared during the war?," he asked curiously. His stomach growled as she sat down. He made sure to keep the pressure off his leg so the bleeding might form into a scab.