Inner Storm to Dignity

When I came back to Marvel's bedroom bringing an aid box with me, he was still sitting on the couch beside the fireplace, applying pressure to his shoulder to stop the bleeding with a cloth.

As I helped him take off his jacket, the upper left side of the white shirt underneath it had already been soaked with blood. I frowned, taking enough seconds to look at it. I proceeded to unbutton his shirt and carefully pulled it down a little to expose his left shoulder, then wiped the bloodstains on his skin with a wet towel and disinfected the area around the wound.

Now that it had been cleaned, I could see a long and deep fresh wound over there. The skin and the tissue underneath it were severely damaged, and the structures embedded within the cut faintly showed under the slightly mangled flesh. No wonder he was bleeding so hard…