[What comes staggering into the clinic today is a sight for sore eyes. Alfie and Royce both have a fair amount of blood on their clothes, and Royce has his arm firmly around Alfie, as if helping to hold him up as they walk. There's a bloody bandage around Alfie's right hand, which he's keeping at around shoulder level - elevating it above his heart, as per Royce's strict (and probably overly cautious) orders. Despite this, it's Royce who looks the most green around the gills: his eyes are glassy, he's pale and breathing shallowly, and he looks like he's about five seconds away from a full-on panic attack. Alfie, predictably, seems more concerned with this than he does with his own hand; his eyes flick to Royce every few seconds, and his mouth is in a thin, worried line.
None of this is going to stop him from being a trolling dick, though.]
It's worse than it looks, mate; most of this blood is from the other man.
[He says to John, once they've located him. He will, of course, tell him the real story soon: that most of it's just rabbit blood, and they're coming here straight from the slaughterhouse. He can't resist having a bit of fun first, though.]
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None of this is going to stop him from being a trolling dick, though.]
It's worse than it looks, mate; most of this blood is from the other man.
[He says to John, once they've located him. He will, of course, tell him the real story soon: that most of it's just rabbit blood, and they're coming here straight from the slaughterhouse. He can't resist having a bit of fun first, though.]