[There's a beat while he considers. Then he pushes the blanket off his head. He's nearly unrecognizable except for what was left of his hair.]
Hina is bringing a bag of stuff. [Flinch, talking hurt a lot. But not being covered up did hurt less. He pushed the rest of the blankets off.
His back and the shaved side of his head had taken the brunt, and the trickling acid had found its way into all kinds of parts of his body, tracing long lines. And then there were the whip wounds.]
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Hina is bringing a bag of stuff. [Flinch, talking hurt a lot. But not being covered up did hurt less. He pushed the rest of the blankets off.
His back and the shaved side of his head had taken the brunt, and the trickling acid had found its way into all kinds of parts of his body, tracing long lines. And then there were the whip wounds.]