[ There's a delay of a few moments after the contact is broken before his eyes shift away and he pulls back to his side, letting the feeling of connection slip away for something more important.
Mainly, dressing his wounds.
He nods at the omen in silent acknowledgment of his efforts, understanding his sentiment. Bullet wounds are not something he's ever treated, never even heard a gun go off live until today. It's a sound he never wants to hear again.
Picking up the gauze pushed in his direction, Shouto continues with his work until every injury is treated and dressed. Once he tapes down the last of the gauze to keep it in place, he moves on to the pile of bloody cotton he used to disinfect the wound. The pile is in a glass jar that he empties into his left hand, crumpling the lot. Skin stained with blood, he immediately activates his left side and incinerates the cotton, blood, and germs in a concentrated burst of power that leaves nothing but carbon behind.
When he's done he walks over to the trash and empties the black soot into a trashcan before returning to the glass container. Letting it rest in his hand, he gradually warms it up until the blood staining its walls turns to ash before stepping back the heat, slow and steady so as not to cause an explosion. When he's down, he sets the glass back down and starts repacking Viktor's first aid kit; cleaning up after himself. ]
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Mainly, dressing his wounds.
He nods at the omen in silent acknowledgment of his efforts, understanding his sentiment. Bullet wounds are not something he's ever treated, never even heard a gun go off live until today. It's a sound he never wants to hear again.
Picking up the gauze pushed in his direction, Shouto continues with his work until every injury is treated and dressed. Once he tapes down the last of the gauze to keep it in place, he moves on to the pile of bloody cotton he used to disinfect the wound. The pile is in a glass jar that he empties into his left hand, crumpling the lot. Skin stained with blood, he immediately activates his left side and incinerates the cotton, blood, and germs in a concentrated burst of power that leaves nothing but carbon behind.
When he's done he walks over to the trash and empties the black soot into a trashcan before returning to the glass container. Letting it rest in his hand, he gradually warms it up until the blood staining its walls turns to ash before stepping back the heat, slow and steady so as not to cause an explosion. When he's down, he sets the glass back down and starts repacking Viktor's first aid kit; cleaning up after himself. ]