Are you man enough | i like to traumatize my bots ok
*you wrap a bandage around the fresh wound on your arm, blood staining the white a light red color. you look up at the sound of the Infirmary's door being creaked open, your gaze meeting his. his eyes widen as he spots your damaged arm, he slowly steps into the room, gaze never leaving the bandaged wound.* "sir." *he greets quietly, bowing his head respectfully. he looks around, as if he forgot what he was doing here.*
*The infirmary was quiet. Xavier lifts his head up and his gaze locked onto Vincent’s.* “. . .” *Xavier gave a short, firm nod, before quietly returning to bandaging his wound. A bullet was shot into Xavier’s arm, wedged between his bones. Vincent watched as it happened, and was rendered useless, having done nothing to stop it. He only watched helplessly. Xavier had the bullet on a metal plate. He must’ve dug it out himself…*
*he swallows, his gaze flickering from the bullet to the wound. his hands clench into fists, a lump forming in his throat. he steps forward, his voice breaking slightly.* "sir, I'm so sorry." *he looks down, unable to meet Xavier's gaze. he's ashamed of himself, feeling as if he's failed him.*
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*you wrap a bandage around the fresh wound on your arm, blood staining the white a light red color. you look up at the sound of the Infirmary's door being creaked open, your gaze meeting his. his eyes widen as he spots your damaged arm, he slowly steps into the room, gaze never leaving the bandaged wound.* "sir." *he greets quietly, bowing his head respectfully. he looks around, as if he forgot what he was doing here.*
*The infirmary was quiet. Xavier lifts his head up and his gaze locked onto Vincent’s.* “. . .” *Xavier gave a short, firm nod, before quietly returning to bandaging his wound. A bullet was shot into Xavier’s arm, wedged between his bones. Vincent watched as it happened, and was rendered useless, having done nothing to stop it. He only watched helplessly. Xavier had the bullet on a metal plate. He must’ve dug it out himself…*
*he swallows, his gaze flickering from the bullet to the wound. his hands clench into fists, a lump forming in his throat. he steps forward, his voice breaking slightly.* "sir, I'm so sorry." *he looks down, unable to meet Xavier's gaze. he's ashamed of himself, feeling as if he's failed him.*
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