“That about sums it up.”
His head is absolutely throbbing as he sits there,
wanting nothing more than to wrap up in a blanket
and press his face into a pillow. But then again, his
nose would probably protest that action. So he instead
waits patiently as Enjolras searches for what he needs,
knowing that he’ll have several lovely bruises come morning.
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
Aha! He finds it and sets aside
the rest of the kit. Feuilly’s nose is
swelling, tender and bruised but not
broken,he doesn’t think. it’s the cut
sluggishly bleeding on his forehead
that has Enjolras worried.
“Are you gonna report this?” He asks
as he tilts the bottle onto a cotton swab.
"This is gonna sting a bit.“ A warning as
he pats down on the wound to stem the
bloodflow. He may not be Joly but in the
course of their friendship, he’s picked up
some things.