Scratch my back

[leashedliquid.livejournal.com]

[Liquid is in an infirmary room. His coat, marred with several ragged holes in the back, is thrown over a chair.]

[One mirror is balanced on the operating table behind him. Another is on the counter in front of him. He's using both to get a view of his own back, and the shards of bullets embedded within.]

[He curses softly as he attempts to reach to dig them out with scalpel and forceps. The pain is an irritation. The slow leak of blood makes things slippery and even more difficult to see. The angle is awkward and stretching makes the wounds burn and scream.]

[Lesson of the day: no matter how infuriating he might be, punching a man with a shotgun is a bad idea. At least he can comfort himself with the knowledge that Volgin will make Raikov suffer. If not, the next time they meet...Liquid will be ready.]

[Once he gets these damned bullets out.]

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[iormundgand.livejournal.com]

[Someone is looking reproachfully at her brother.]

What did you get yourself into, Liquid?

[leashedliquid.livejournal.com]

[He glances at the woman in a copy of Snake's clothes, then goes back to work.]

I'm no brother of yours, girl I haven't got any sisters.