◣ injured ◥ :

    Chuuya parts his lips, and he’s so incredibly close to letting some snarky - ( though not particularly well thought out ) - retort slip, but he knows it’d be futile given his current position. Not to mention, unfair. Right now, if he wants to survive then he’s most likely going to have to rely on this kid. Man, this would be such a shitty way to go.

    So he lays down– a pained grunt escaping him when both the towel and his body shift. He’s not certain why he’s so shocked when she so bluntly states that she’s going to cauterise the wound, but it’s justifiable that he’s nervous about some kid doing that sort of thing to such a fatal injury. Gloved fingers clumsily take hold of the towel, pressing it hard against his side.

    “ What? ” he starts, cursing the beads of sweat forming & trickling down his cheeks. Chuuya isn’t sure if it’s a natural reaction to the pain or his general nerves about the situation, but it’s gross. Brows knit together uncomfortably, and he huffs, “ Yeah– it’s… ” His free hand sifts down, curling about the revolver at his hip, which he in turn passes over without question.

◣ ✿ ◥ She dropped the lighter, the flame extinguishing as she took the revolver instead. For a moment, she fumbled to get the bullets out (it wasn’t as easy considering she still held the knife in one hand), but once she managed to get one, she went about carving a hole in the top of it. She placed it down carefully before reaching for a bandage, then cut a strip from it and rolled it up.

Her brows knit together in concentration. With luck, his bleeding slowed enough to allow her plan to work, and if not, well, she had a few more bullets to work with. Either way, she’d do her best the first time around so that she didn’t have to do it again.

She gave no warning before she picked up the casing, pulled the towel away from the wound, and sprinkled the gunpowder into it. Then she took the lighter and strip of bandage, set one end of the latter on fire, and held it to the wound. The powder lit up in an instant, true to its explosive nature, washing across the wound and hopefully sealing it before anymore blood could escape.

Once finished, she blew out the flaming fabric and watched the wound for any signs of reopening. “There.”