I don't know! [ comes one reply, and for once Sypha doesn't rush to his side. Instead, she's pressing a towel down against the inside of Trevor's leg. Trevor himself is sprawled on his front on the ground, one hand still clasped tightly around the charcoal. His breath comes slow and trembling, and he isn't responding immediately. Through the white of his shirt, the splotches of blood indicate that there are cuts beneath it in a near-duplicate of the pattern of those that are still healing upon Alucard.
For a slight blessing, the amount of blood suggests that they're as the cuts would be if they opened now, not as they were immediately after the battle. The one on the thigh is the only one that's an immediate danger.
It's a good fifteen seconds later that there's a response from Trevor, and Alucard could have been forgiven for thinking him unconscious ]
Fucked up the spell a little. [ The voice is weak and pained. ] Sorry.
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For a slight blessing, the amount of blood suggests that they're as the cuts would be if they opened now, not as they were immediately after the battle. The one on the thigh is the only one that's an immediate danger.
It's a good fifteen seconds later that there's a response from Trevor, and Alucard could have been forgiven for thinking him unconscious ]
Fucked up the spell a little. [ The voice is weak and pained. ] Sorry.