[ Jim breathes out and obeys, leaning back carefully in increments as to not tress his ribs. He can still move his foot and his toes, so he knows he's got bones working just fine in there, but holy fuck the nerve pain is something else when it gets it a certain way. There's every possibility the remnants of his boot are the only thing keeping this together, but it's really got to come off.
The blood and rotten matter inside the top of his boot and covering his ankle looks worse than it is; the damage began in the sole of his shoe, so it's a fun dig downward. Burns, mostly, toxin eating away at his skin, oozing out the beginnings of an infection that shouldn't really exist yet, but, hey, giant zombie dragon with decay powers.
Jim doesn't look, but he can feel the oozing, and he can smell it. He forces himself to breathe slowly, stare at the ceiling. No more banter. ]
cw gross i guess
The blood and rotten matter inside the top of his boot and covering his ankle looks worse than it is; the damage began in the sole of his shoe, so it's a fun dig downward. Burns, mostly, toxin eating away at his skin, oozing out the beginnings of an infection that shouldn't really exist yet, but, hey, giant zombie dragon with decay powers.
Jim doesn't look, but he can feel the oozing, and he can smell it. He forces himself to breathe slowly, stare at the ceiling. No more banter. ]