Lumi nodded at Szayel's assessment. He saw no need for argument. Blind shots rarely yielded productive results unless they were one in a number fired at roughly the same time or in quick succession. Scattering bullets without looking was quite likely to result in a hit, but one stray shot had far lower chances. Xigbar had fired one, so he'd gotten lucky, in his eyes.
He raised the shoulder on the injured side and made a small noise, little more than a hiss, of pain at the movement. He healed quickly, a bullet wound would usually be over and done with in a matter of days or weeks depending on the location, but this one was awkward. He knew that it was a myth that shoulder-shots were safe and quick to recover from, there were too many nerves and muscles and bones for it to be as easy as that, and that's if the shot managed not to be so low as to hit the lung.
Lumi knew that, for the next two months at least, he was going to struggle with mobility in that arm. The wound itself would likely heal fast enough, but the internal damage would require more extensive repair. He wondered if that could be sped up with the aid of potions or cure spells.
He looked from Marluxia to Szayel at the former's request. He wanted to leave. He didn't like the infirmary at all. It made him feel nearly vulnerable with how open it was. On top of it, he knew how he looked. The wound may have been cleaned, but he still saw that his hair was discoloured from smoke and blood and he needed a shower, or possibly a bath. More than that, he was hungry and thirsty. His mouth felt dry, his throat more so, and he couldn't ignore the empty feeling that came with an extended stretch without food.
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He raised the shoulder on the injured side and made a small noise, little more than a hiss, of pain at the movement. He healed quickly, a bullet wound would usually be over and done with in a matter of days or weeks depending on the location, but this one was awkward. He knew that it was a myth that shoulder-shots were safe and quick to recover from, there were too many nerves and muscles and bones for it to be as easy as that, and that's if the shot managed not to be so low as to hit the lung.
Lumi knew that, for the next two months at least, he was going to struggle with mobility in that arm. The wound itself would likely heal fast enough, but the internal damage would require more extensive repair. He wondered if that could be sped up with the aid of potions or cure spells.
He looked from Marluxia to Szayel at the former's request. He wanted to leave. He didn't like the infirmary at all. It made him feel nearly vulnerable with how open it was. On top of it, he knew how he looked. The wound may have been cleaned, but he still saw that his hair was discoloured from smoke and blood and he needed a shower, or possibly a bath. More than that, he was hungry and thirsty. His mouth felt dry, his throat more so, and he couldn't ignore the empty feeling that came with an extended stretch without food.