[ it's a couple hours later that dirk gets back. he's a little worse for wear, frankly: he's taken off the gas mask and replaced it with his shades, but they're all cracked on one side. he's quiet when he enters, practiced in staying silent, and he heads right to the kitchen to start up. there's a first aid kit in one of the drawers and sewing supplies in a bag on the counter so he pulls out both, starting up the water in the sink.
he has to work on his side first: there's a knife still sticking out of him and he's too stoic about it to be a real person. he gets everything ready before he removes the knife, but his hand is wet from the blood dripping from the slash on his arm so when he tries to set it down, it slips out of his hand and falls into the sink with a clatter. ]
Shit.
[ he yanks a chair up to the counter and takes the jacket off first and then his shirt, wincing when the fabric pulls away from the skin. it starts the blood up again too, and he sighs and grabs a dishtowel to put pressure on the wound with one hand.
the other starts grabbing for thread and needles and the alcohol wipes from the first aid kit.
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he has to work on his side first: there's a knife still sticking out of him and he's too stoic about it to be a real person. he gets everything ready before he removes the knife, but his hand is wet from the blood dripping from the slash on his arm so when he tries to set it down, it slips out of his hand and falls into the sink with a clatter. ]
Shit.
[ he yanks a chair up to the counter and takes the jacket off first and then his shirt, wincing when the fabric pulls away from the skin. it starts the blood up again too, and he sighs and grabs a dishtowel to put pressure on the wound with one hand.
the other starts grabbing for thread and needles and the alcohol wipes from the first aid kit.
he'll just finish this up and get to sleep. ]