[Steve twitched a little as Brock poked at his wound, but the pain wasn't too bad. He shook his head, tugging the shirt down again with a wry smile]
If I'm not about to bleed out, there's no point. I'll just end up ripping them as I--woah.
[As he spoke, he'd started to get to his feet and get started creating themselves an exit, but a wave of disorientation hit him and he sat down hard again, his cheeks flushing up. He was feeling oddly warm, and...disconnected from the world. He'd thought he was fine, but as he got up his centre of balance had seemed to lurch to one side. Yet there was a fuzzy, contented feeling overlaying it as well, so he didn't get too worried. Instead, he chuckled a little.]
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If I'm not about to bleed out, there's no point. I'll just end up ripping them as I--woah.
[As he spoke, he'd started to get to his feet and get started creating themselves an exit, but a wave of disorientation hit him and he sat down hard again, his cheeks flushing up. He was feeling oddly warm, and...disconnected from the world. He'd thought he was fine, but as he got up his centre of balance had seemed to lurch to one side. Yet there was a fuzzy, contented feeling overlaying it as well, so he didn't get too worried. Instead, he chuckled a little.]
What the heck was that?