[ Peter hardly thinks as he moves – probably a result of blood loss or exhaustion, or some eagerness to get the fuck out – but carefully, he peels the hem of his shirt upward, exposing the quietly oozing wound.
He pulls it up a bit too far, though, and peeking from below the folds are the edges of dark, curling lines. ]
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He pulls it up a bit too far, though, and peeking from below the folds are the edges of dark, curling lines. ]
Better make it quick.