[Anger seethes beneath the wavering pain and nausea that doesn't want to go away, but the same cools that which would have already had Sephiroth lash out at Ryoji despite his condition. He remains sat half sat against the same gurney with his left arm now starting to shake manicly from the pressure of keeping it bent up like that. His bicep pulses against the makeshift tourniquet even as Sephiroth doesn't dare to look away from Ryoji until he turns away to leave the Infirmary.
The scowl creases up further at the friendly wave but the eventual slip to the tourniquet, and the resulting rush of heat causes Sephiroth to turn his attention instantly back to the task at hand.]
Oh-ugh-
[He crushes an obscenity in a sharp bite down to his bottom lip. He has to put the needle back in his opposite palm again to be able to get his right hand free to tighten the tourniquet again, and the tension holding his left hand up is slipping. Rivulets of blood start to seep out of the open wound once more and drip around his arm onto the floor.]
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The scowl creases up further at the friendly wave but the eventual slip to the tourniquet, and the resulting rush of heat causes Sephiroth to turn his attention instantly back to the task at hand.]
Oh-ugh-
[He crushes an obscenity in a sharp bite down to his bottom lip. He has to put the needle back in his opposite palm again to be able to get his right hand free to tighten the tourniquet again, and the tension holding his left hand up is slipping. Rivulets of blood start to seep out of the open wound once more and drip around his arm onto the floor.]