[ Bariyan sighs in frustration, and pulls again at his stitches. This time with purpose. It snaps tight before giving way, slipping a few more inches out of his skin. There's a little blood. Not that much, in his opinion. ]
I'm fine. I'll survive.
[ And not like it. He closes his eyes, and keeps pulling. ]
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I'm fine. I'll survive.
[ And not like it. He closes his eyes, and keeps pulling. ]