[ it takes lance a couple of moments to remember the hanster bandaids, somehow having forgot all about mentioning them from the get-go. in the end, it's the thinking about thinking about them that actually distracts him from the aches, instead of the actual bandaids themselves.
relaxing a bit now, he tries to finally take stock of himself. apart from his arm, no other limb seems to really be in any rough shape. he'd sprained his ankle there for a bit (again) but it seems to have healed up just fine by now — or maybe just the pain of it pales in comparison to everything else.
a deep breath, and then a pause. ]
I think my ribs are bruised.
[ you're not jamming that ointment downhis throat, though.... ]
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relaxing a bit now, he tries to finally take stock of himself. apart from his arm, no other limb seems to really be in any rough shape. he'd sprained his ankle there for a bit (again) but it seems to have healed up just fine by now — or maybe just the pain of it pales in comparison to everything else.
a deep breath, and then a pause. ]
I think my ribs are bruised.
[ you're not jamming that ointment downhis throat, though.... ]