[ And he half debates putting this off to talk about the car, but- no. It's slowed, but he can still feel the chill spreading. He'd really rather not find out what happens if that creeping cold reaches his heart or brain. And so he puts the whip between his teeth again, soaking one of the cloths in the boiling water and covering it with salt, then sets about scrubbing the injury with it.
There is a yell this time, at first, though he silences it quickly. He holds the cloth still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, getting used to the horrible sensation, before he starts to scrub. And for a long time, the sound is just breath. Heavy, steady breath, with the enormity of the pain only given away by tiny twitches of his fingers and legs.
(Alucard will have last seen those little twitches in much happier circumstances. Hopefully this won't ruin that too badly.)
By the end of it, once the cleaning is done and the wound has been packed entirely with salt and all that is left to done is to dress it and pray that this works, the edges of his mouth are rubbed raw by the whip, with dried drool trailing down from them. He's gasping for breath when the whip drops out of his mouth, and focusing his eyes on Alucard seems to take a lot more effort than it should. ]
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[ And he half debates putting this off to talk about the car, but- no. It's slowed, but he can still feel the chill spreading. He'd really rather not find out what happens if that creeping cold reaches his heart or brain. And so he puts the whip between his teeth again, soaking one of the cloths in the boiling water and covering it with salt, then sets about scrubbing the injury with it.
There is a yell this time, at first, though he silences it quickly. He holds the cloth still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, getting used to the horrible sensation, before he starts to scrub. And for a long time, the sound is just breath. Heavy, steady breath, with the enormity of the pain only given away by tiny twitches of his fingers and legs.
(Alucard will have last seen those little twitches in much happier circumstances. Hopefully this won't ruin that too badly.)
By the end of it, once the cleaning is done and the wound has been packed entirely with salt and all that is left to done is to dress it and pray that this works, the edges of his mouth are rubbed raw by the whip, with dried drool trailing down from them. He's gasping for breath when the whip drops out of his mouth, and focusing his eyes on Alucard seems to take a lot more effort than it should. ]
Better- better fucking be worth it.