[ They're right, of course. He's being -- he's not even sure. Stupid. Cowardly. Conceited, maybe. He already knows what he's going to see when he takes it off, so what's the hold up? If it hadn't magically fixed itself by now, it's not going to just because he keeps it under wraps. ]
...yeah, you're right.
[ He ducks back into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door again, and rolls up his sleeves, staring at himself in the mirror in silence for a few moments. He was going to have to do it soon anyway. Maybe this is that final little shove he needed. ]
[ No time like the present, right? ]
[ He sighs and finally starts to unravel the bandage around his hand. ]
[ It feels... odd. Somehow, when it was all bandaged tight, it didn't necessarily feel like he was missing anything, every inch of his skin comforted by multiple layers of gauze, but now that it's off, he's suddenly hyper aware of it. ]
[ He tosses the bandage in the rubbish bin and and sticks his mangled hand into the sink to finally wash it properly with soap instead of getting wiped down with antiseptics. It's probably clean enough, but he's been under a lot of stress as is, and obsessively scrubbing his skin seems to help. ]
[ At least it's fully healed by now, ends of the stumps covered with smooth skin in a way that it almost looks like normal fingertips. Just... way too short. ]
cw: amputation description
[ They're right, of course. He's being -- he's not even sure. Stupid. Cowardly. Conceited, maybe. He already knows what he's going to see when he takes it off, so what's the hold up? If it hadn't magically fixed itself by now, it's not going to just because he keeps it under wraps. ]
...yeah, you're right.
[ He ducks back into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door again, and rolls up his sleeves, staring at himself in the mirror in silence for a few moments. He was going to have to do it soon anyway. Maybe this is that final little shove he needed. ]
[ No time like the present, right? ]
[ He sighs and finally starts to unravel the bandage around his hand. ]
[ It feels... odd. Somehow, when it was all bandaged tight, it didn't necessarily feel like he was missing anything, every inch of his skin comforted by multiple layers of gauze, but now that it's off, he's suddenly hyper aware of it. ]
[ He tosses the bandage in the rubbish bin and and sticks his mangled hand into the sink to finally wash it properly with soap instead of getting wiped down with antiseptics. It's probably clean enough, but he's been under a lot of stress as is, and obsessively scrubbing his skin seems to help. ]
[ At least it's fully healed by now, ends of the stumps covered with smooth skin in a way that it almost looks like normal fingertips. Just... way too short. ]