[With the top half of his outfit peeled away, there's a visual assessment. Some wounds seem superficial, or not so deep that they require extra fussing beyond ointment and an adhesive. Others may require cauterization, stitches. Takasugi must be familiar with the former -- he's riddled with scars, from a period that predates his own.
The more severe of his wounds should be tended to before anything else. The deeper gauges at his shoulder are rinsed with a saline solution, but the incisions fill with red almost immediately.]
Shit.
[It isn't a concerning amount of blood, but stitches may not be an option. He'll move away for another moment, return and settle back in the same spot (unaware of his hand-to-leg process of discernment) with a matchbook. A scalpel's drawn from his kit -- and to make a long story short, it's heated appropriately and seared to the wound for precise closure.
Without warning, of course. He could have provided something to bite down on, but in his frenzy to ascertain his wounds, he made a mental note -- something about Takasugi being out of it and liable to choke on anything like that.]
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The more severe of his wounds should be tended to before anything else. The deeper gauges at his shoulder are rinsed with a saline solution, but the incisions fill with red almost immediately.]
Shit.
[It isn't a concerning amount of blood, but stitches may not be an option. He'll move away for another moment, return and settle back in the same spot (unaware of his hand-to-leg process of discernment) with a matchbook. A scalpel's drawn from his kit -- and to make a long story short, it's heated appropriately and seared to the wound for precise closure.
Without warning, of course. He could have provided something to bite down on, but in his frenzy to ascertain his wounds, he made a mental note -- something about Takasugi being out of it and liable to choke on anything like that.]