xxxix λ medical attention (backdated to Saturday night)

[assassino]

[Thank God for adrenaline.

Ezio's heart is still pounding out that usual thrill-of-the-kill beat, even as he hikes up the hill to the Castle. His bloodied tunic has already been discarded in a dumpster and the body and weapons locked up in a safe place, and without those things to occupy his mind, Ezio is thoroughly focused on getting up to the clinic to get his own wounds looked at.

The most notable of which is the slice on his side, where a blade had punctured and slid out the other side. Avoiding any necessary organs, fortunately, but it is still bad enough that Ezio has to keep his hand overtop of the strip of cloth he had hastily tied there to keep it from bleeding more.

He should have been wearing armor, but then again, he didn't exactly expect a fight.]

Pezzo di merda...

[He gets inside, gets up the elevator with little fanfare, and lets himself into the clinic. He looks around almost warily, at first –– hopefully no one he knows very well is in here, but bleeders can't be choosers.]

Hello? I need some help.

Comments

[assassino]

Would Paradisa do such a thing? Not that I am at risk of losing my dick... I have been wary of diseases.

[atrophied]

No idea. Don't know of anyone who wants to volunteer so a mystery it'll remain.

[assassino]

I could hack off some asshole's arm and we can see.

[atrophied]

Anybody I know?

[assassino]

If you didn't already, you won't know.

[Teeth grit.]

[atrophied]

Touchy.