[It's a relief, not being carried. Having his space back, even if he'd prefer Trevor to be much further away. Alucard reaches for the sewing kit and selects a steel needle, one whose tip is wrapped in a little vial. It's alcohol, all the better to sterilize the needle so it can be used at a moment's notice.]
Shut up.
[Because he has to concentrate, or so Alucard tells himself. He shrugs the cloak off from his shoulders first, and then carefully manuevers his awfully dirty white tunic off himself as well. As tender as he was when Lisa was murdered, Alucard remembers enough of her medical skills and lectures. She'd sit him down in the clinic and let him watch the work, teaching her son when Dracula was away.
That's a memory to deal with later. The shirt is gone, and so threads can't get in the wound. He ignores the fact that it means Trevor will see the cauterized scar that runs down his torso, and instead threads the needle before turning his attention to the knife in his side.
The hand not holding the needle is the one that pulls it out, quick and smooth and with only a soft noise of pain. It hurts, but Trevor need not know that.]
It's only a blade. I'd know if it was poisoned.
[He clarifies, as if that's why the Belmont is lingering. The needle goes in.]
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Shut up.
[Because he has to concentrate, or so Alucard tells himself. He shrugs the cloak off from his shoulders first, and then carefully manuevers his awfully dirty white tunic off himself as well. As tender as he was when Lisa was murdered, Alucard remembers enough of her medical skills and lectures. She'd sit him down in the clinic and let him watch the work, teaching her son when Dracula was away.
That's a memory to deal with later. The shirt is gone, and so threads can't get in the wound. He ignores the fact that it means Trevor will see the cauterized scar that runs down his torso, and instead threads the needle before turning his attention to the knife in his side.
The hand not holding the needle is the one that pulls it out, quick and smooth and with only a soft noise of pain. It hurts, but Trevor need not know that.]
It's only a blade. I'd know if it was poisoned.
[He clarifies, as if that's why the Belmont is lingering. The needle goes in.]