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Skav stared at the wall above Blue's head as the man inspected their face, feeling a bit too bleary to focus in on the other's own injuries without losing some of their well-trained apathy. Still, their lips quirked painfully at Blue's honesty, and without another word they shifted away from the cabinet and his hands and stood to claw open the medicine cabinet. Sparse items sat on the mirrored shelves: a gathering of unopened pill bottles, a collection of unused but crumpled tissues, and a single brown bottle of peroxide. No gauze or bandages, but Skav didn't expect to find any. They grasped the peroxide bottle and closed the cabinet door, glancing down at Blue with heavy-lidded eyes. They focused in on the cut on his neck, and something more akin to concern cut through their straight gaze.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"No bandages."[/color][/b] They said simply, reaching over them to grasp a few handfuls of toilet paper, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Rip up one of my shirts if you want to cover that ghastly cut on your neck."[/color][/b] Skav opened the bottle with shaky fingers and then took a few moments to gently tip it into the wadded tissues, watching lazily as moisture caught and turned the paper into a white-ish mush. They pressed the mess onto the cut and winced visibly, leaning over the sink with a short hiss as the concoction bubbled against the cut and sent swaths of foam and blood down into the basin.

Skav held the toilet paper there out of pure spite, finding some sense of mind from the sting and smell. They stayed stagnant and focused until the TP was more blood and disinfectant than paper. The mess was then discarded into the toilet, and everything within was flushed down and hidden below the seat. Skav took a few more silent moments to scrub the blood from their skin and gently dab at their bruises with a soaked finger, pupils still small and wavering with each glance they took at their own face. The bruises on their neck were beginning to fade, but the weight remained. They sucked in a labored breath and held it. The feel of swelling lungs reminded Skav that they were indeed alive.

Eventually, they backed away from the sink, sliding passed Blue's smaller frame to sit on the toilet seat. They leaned onto their knees and scrubbed their hands over the back of their scalp, feeling dirty and tired and heavy-headed. Vulnerable, a muted voice in their head screamed.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"Okay,"[/color][/b] Skav muttered, glaring down at the messy tiles, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Okay, okay. That's over. Snake?--"[/color][/b] Skav's head tilted to stare at the blonde again, eyebrows furrowed. Faint memories but memories nonetheless came; hands on throats, knives on skin, Blue stabbing a body over and over again. Ghastly sights they don't remember seeing. Moving on feeling alone, they hooked a finger in the back of Blue's shirt and pulled, [b][color=#ff00a5]"You look gross."[/color][/b] They said apathetically, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Don' got warm water but, like, take a shower if you want one. And loose the bloody shirt. I'll give you something to wear if you want."[/color][/b]

Skav stood up unsteadily and slid passed Blue again, leaning against the bathroom door to open it again. Their body didn't see much logic in walking after that, however, and with a grunt they lowered down onto the wood floor and reached to grab whatever article of clothing was nearby. They took one last second to glance back at the bathroom, at Blue, at the memory of blood and knives, and with a cool if not slurred voice they purred, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Confessionals are open now, too, in case you would like to get some sins off your chest. I'm all ears, snake."[/color][/b]