[starting with the cut over jason's eyebrow, he oh-so-carefully cleans away the blood, assesses the damage then moves on to the gash along his cheek, lips pressing tight when that one bleeds a little longer. since this wound is proving more difficult, sizhui holds the cloth there, reaches with his free hand to wet his first two fingertips, uses them and the edge of his robe-sleeve for the other male's split lip.
and boy, it's a damn good thing he has supernatural reflexes or else jason would've absolutely caught him off-guard. sizhui's head whips back toward him at the stirring, he narrowly misses touching jason's neck, though withdraws before he gets too close, thank goodness. watching him clutch his arm against his chest is worrisome – he shouldn't be moving! – so concerning even that his empty hand reaches to gently take hold of jason's shoulder and hold him steady. a silent, pleading nonverbal cue of don't move! lest the injury get aggravated or worse: rebroken.
once jason speaks, however, his eyes widen with astonishment when— surprise! he doesn't understand a single word he's saying, which means his own comment of,] Be careful, your arm is broken. [won't mean much, but here's hoping the way he'd grabbed jason's shoulder does.
rather than attempt keeping him held down, the younger boy lets go, makes full eye-contact while placing a hand over his chest and speaking one word:] Sizhui. [a name, at least, might offer some consolation.]
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and boy, it's a damn good thing he has supernatural reflexes or else jason would've absolutely caught him off-guard. sizhui's head whips back toward him at the stirring, he narrowly misses touching jason's neck, though withdraws before he gets too close, thank goodness. watching him clutch his arm against his chest is worrisome – he shouldn't be moving! – so concerning even that his empty hand reaches to gently take hold of jason's shoulder and hold him steady. a silent, pleading nonverbal cue of don't move! lest the injury get aggravated or worse: rebroken.
once jason speaks, however, his eyes widen with astonishment when— surprise! he doesn't understand a single word he's saying, which means his own comment of,] Be careful, your arm is broken. [won't mean much, but here's hoping the way he'd grabbed jason's shoulder does.
rather than attempt keeping him held down, the younger boy lets go, makes full eye-contact while placing a hand over his chest and speaking one word:] Sizhui. [a name, at least, might offer some consolation.]