[ His guess is just about correct. By tuesday night, there's no burning, only what seems to be the sensation of a nettle sting. And by Wednesday morning, it's nothing more than an occasional numbness. The cold iron poisoning has faded almost entirely as well, just a horrible black bruise around the stitched wound.
He squeezes Alucard's hand gently - he knows how raw the skin must be. ]
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He squeezes Alucard's hand gently - he knows how raw the skin must be. ]
Told you. Wednesday.