“Ooch… ugh, am I?” Carlos asked. He really hadn’t to trip himself up on a curb like that, but eh… it happens. He checked his hands and then knees where he had felt some impact from the ground. His knees were scuffed up and his hands had some very minor abrasions.
“I think I’m okay,” he said, just as he investigated a slight stinging in his elbow. “Oh wait…” A small red blotch was starting to grow just under the white fabric of his coat.
“Ah, fffuck.” said Sylvain, his hand straying towards the spreading blotch, before drawing back. “Ah, you should put pressure on that. Do you need me to call someone?”
“It shouldn’t be bad,” Carlos said, still looking at his arm. He tugged on his sleeve and slid his arm out, exposing the blue sleeve of his tshirt, and he turned his arm to look at the injury. He made a small ‘tsk’ noise. “The friction from my coat must’ve caused an abrasion. Ouch… I ought to wash that out as soon as I can.”
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