Another full bottle, and the dregs of the first. It'll have to be enough.
[ If nothing else, once he's recovered more they can at least allow him some privacy for this.
The next injuries would have been fatal on a human. Most of them would have been, but these in particular. Stakes. Even if he hadn't been the one to pull the things out of Alucard, he knows that injuries from stakes look like, though he rarely ever sees them for long. None of these are anywhere near the heart, and he suspects that that was deliberate. They weren't intended to kill. They were intended to try out all of the things that Carmilla's human servants found in the Belmont hold. Each hunter had one kind that they swore by. Different types of wood. Metal. Glass wrapped in leather. Some plain, some carved with runes or patterns. Some blessed by a priest, some made only from trees where mistletoe grew, some carved into shape with knives of silver. One of them he recognized as one of his grandfather's - a small, decorated one carved from the wood of a frankincense tree. That one would have been the worst, he suspects.
He takes his hand away from Alucard's for this one, instead putting a bundle of blankets into his palm for him to squeeze. He suspects that holding on might well result in a broken hand. And with that, he resoaks the cloth and holds it over the great puncture wounds. ]
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[ If nothing else, once he's recovered more they can at least allow him some privacy for this.
The next injuries would have been fatal on a human. Most of them would have been, but these in particular. Stakes. Even if he hadn't been the one to pull the things out of Alucard, he knows that injuries from stakes look like, though he rarely ever sees them for long. None of these are anywhere near the heart, and he suspects that that was deliberate. They weren't intended to kill. They were intended to try out all of the things that Carmilla's human servants found in the Belmont hold. Each hunter had one kind that they swore by. Different types of wood. Metal. Glass wrapped in leather. Some plain, some carved with runes or patterns. Some blessed by a priest, some made only from trees where mistletoe grew, some carved into shape with knives of silver. One of them he recognized as one of his grandfather's - a small, decorated one carved from the wood of a frankincense tree. That one would have been the worst, he suspects.
He takes his hand away from Alucard's for this one, instead putting a bundle of blankets into his palm for him to squeeze. He suspects that holding on might well result in a broken hand. And with that, he resoaks the cloth and holds it over the great puncture wounds. ]