"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

Gilbert cradled his arm not saying a word. His eyes downcast, staring at the albino’s boots. No kidding it’s dislocated. The slightest touch or barely moving a muscle sent pain up and down his shoulder & his bicep. Gilbert shifts in his seat very slowly, clenching his teeth as he moved, pain shooting through his shoulder & bicep once more. “Ahh..–” he hisses, biting his lower lip & began to strip his coat off with great caution, then his shirt to treat the wound underneath. “I’ll take care of it. I can handle it. Could you hand me the bandages, please.” he doesn’t trust Break to dress his wounds, the other male probably wouldn’t know what to do. Not to mention he’d just prefer Break didn’t handle these things in general. Especially if it’s himself.
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