[Ratchet was still breathing fast, but he was coming down. Less adrenaline and more anxiety. It was the second time he'd been injured since they'd arrived in Gyeongje, but by far the more serious.]
Yeah...yeah, sitting down sounds good. [His voice is steady but edged with nerves. He takes the offer of Sans' arm to steady himself, sitting on the old crate. Tentatively touching his side again, he grimaces. It felt like it was still actively bleeding, which you didn't have to be a doctor to know was bad.]
I think I need to bandage it, or...or something, I don't know. Stop the bleeding.
[Ratchet was making a mental note that if he didn't die in this alley, to maybe learn some basic first aid. And maybe be a little more careful.]
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Yeah...yeah, sitting down sounds good. [His voice is steady but edged with nerves. He takes the offer of Sans' arm to steady himself, sitting on the old crate. Tentatively touching his side again, he grimaces. It felt like it was still actively bleeding, which you didn't have to be a doctor to know was bad.]
I think I need to bandage it, or...or something, I don't know. Stop the bleeding.
[Ratchet was making a mental note that if he didn't die in this alley, to maybe learn some basic first aid. And maybe be a little more careful.]