When Aneira gave him permission to check with those gentle little taps on his hand, he slowly lifted up her shirt to see just what kind of damage was done under there. He didn't take his eyes off from hers until her side was revealed and only then did he finally look down to see what they were working with. There was a hole in her side, about the size of a dime. It looked scabbed over but the scab was thick like it kept trying to heal over the hole time and time again, growing thicker with each new session of healing. It was obvious her body was trying to push out whatever was in her side and when she shifted, a small bit of blood trickled down her side. 

He frowned at the sight and reached up to gently feel along by the scab, feeling it flake off and peel away under his gentle touch. “That doesn't look great.” he said as he looked closer. He could see that there were black lines of something extending out from the small hole just below her skin, almost like ink spreading along a white page. “I think-” he said as he thought over what he was looking at, “your body is trying to push out whatever is under there.” He gave a little push on her side where the dark lines began and a new little flow of blood came from the hole. 

“Shit.” He exclaimed as he covered the hole with his hand to stop the blood from getting on the carpet. Only then did he notice was it was tinted black against his tan skin. He moved his hand in front of his face before his eyes locked on hers, his face very serious. “I think we need to get this thing out of you. I think it's poisoning you. Maybe if I push,” he reached out and pushed lightly on the same spot he had pushed before and more blood came out of the hole but he felt movement under his finger, like a big splinter moving just a little bit closer to the surface. He took the pants she had given him and used them to cover her side, blocking the blood flow. All the new blood that was coming out of her side was just as black and tainted as the bit that was on his hand. 

He looked at her, a fire and intensity dancing within them. “I can get this out.” He wasn't completely sure but he knew she needed it out and he wasn't going to talk in maybes or I thinks. He was going to talk to her confidently and like he knew exactly what he was doing, which he didn't. “Your body is pushing it out already. I just need to help it along but it's going to hurt like a bitch. But once we get it out, I bet you'll feel way better. Will you let me?”