[ The last of the injuries is the worst, one that would have almost certainly taken priority a few nights ago were the others not so deep. It's a series of long cuts down one side. From just abouve the him to the knee, at the longest, and deep enough the Alucard's being able to stand yesterday had been nothing short of a miracle. Made with a wooden implement rather than a silver one, if the splinters are any indication. The stranger detail was that at first, it had looked like they'd been treated to some degree, sewn closed with a thick black twine in the same manner that Alucard had so often treated his own injuries. The first night, he hadn't even taken notice, assuming that Carmilla had been concerned about breaking their prisoner too soon.
On second look, now, he curses himself for missing it. The black twine was a gift from another hunter family across the sea. Something terrible (and he catches himself there, because none of this is terrible. these are all holy weapons, simply turned to dark purpose) has been seeping into Alucard's veins from it this whole time. ]
Shit...
[ He takes his knife and slices open the threads. Hopefully they'll burn away like everything else once the wine is in the wounds. He takes a deep breath and the remains of the bottle, soaking the cloth one last time. ]
This is the last of the wine. We'll be done after this.
[ Last time. Then they dress any wounds that remain, lift Alucard back onto the bed and lie with him until he can sleep.
He pushes the cloth against the cuts, this time having to move it against them to cover the whole area. ]
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On second look, now, he curses himself for missing it. The black twine was a gift from another hunter family across the sea. Something terrible (and he catches himself there, because none of this is terrible. these are all holy weapons, simply turned to dark purpose) has been seeping into Alucard's veins from it this whole time. ]
Shit...
[ He takes his knife and slices open the threads. Hopefully they'll burn away like everything else once the wine is in the wounds. He takes a deep breath and the remains of the bottle, soaking the cloth one last time. ]
This is the last of the wine. We'll be done after this.
[ Last time. Then they dress any wounds that remain, lift Alucard back onto the bed and lie with him until he can sleep.
He pushes the cloth against the cuts, this time having to move it against them to cover the whole area. ]