Sephiroth: I said nothing is wrong with me! *initially fidgets and growls, trying to shove Zack away from him. But once the shirt sleeve is up, he stops and calms down, glaring at the floor, seeming to be angry with himself more than anything* I got careless. It’s nothing. Just a flesh wound and fourteen stitches. *glares at the bandage, which is now stained with blood that has bled through the gauze due to the stress he has put on the injury. He pulls the sleeve down over the gauze and growls* When do we move out on this asessment?
