[It's the smarter decision overall. He can bathe at some point, but right now trying to submerge himself probably isn't a good idea when he's on the edge of his body trying to decide if the crisis is big enough to go into shock again or not. So far the answer is "no", mainly because it has kept him in that state for so many hours that if it were to resurface, he would die from exhaustion and not blood loss. Plus, having the relief of knowing that he's home, safe, with someone he trusts that can look after him is...a huge benefit. It means his body can finally let go of some of that fight-or-flight and actually focus on resting.
It's a wonder he never died out in the Badlands back home. He didn't often come home severely injured, but it did happen from time to time if he got on the wrong end of a bandit's knife...and he really just only had himself to fend for. It was tough, and it's a reminder that he can't take what he has right now for granted.
Who he has.
Adrian remains quiet as Rosso works, appreciative of the verbal confirmation of what's happening to him at all times. The futon is soft and warm, but Adrian is fighting to not just close his eyes and fall asleep right then and there. Instead, he focuses on the sound of Rosso's voice, the touch of his hands, the fact that he can feel him nearby even if his eyes aren't open. Every so often, he exhales on a low rumble, to let him know he's still awake. The antiseptic doesn't even burn, and the shifting of his body impacts him little. He feels nothing anymore but laden exhaustion.
After a while of this, though, Adrian does find the words to speak again...not for his benefit, but for Rosso's.]
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It's a wonder he never died out in the Badlands back home. He didn't often come home severely injured, but it did happen from time to time if he got on the wrong end of a bandit's knife...and he really just only had himself to fend for. It was tough, and it's a reminder that he can't take what he has right now for granted.
Who he has.
Adrian remains quiet as Rosso works, appreciative of the verbal confirmation of what's happening to him at all times. The futon is soft and warm, but Adrian is fighting to not just close his eyes and fall asleep right then and there. Instead, he focuses on the sound of Rosso's voice, the touch of his hands, the fact that he can feel him nearby even if his eyes aren't open. Every so often, he exhales on a low rumble, to let him know he's still awake. The antiseptic doesn't even burn, and the shifting of his body impacts him little. He feels nothing anymore but laden exhaustion.
After a while of this, though, Adrian does find the words to speak again...not for his benefit, but for Rosso's.]
...sorry for scarin' you.