01-20-2011, 08:35 AM
J'adore sat on a log just outside of Dahlia. He tried to bandage his wounds but could not make heads or tails of it. Hoping someone would come across him, not even a medic spesifically, just somoe who could tie cloth. His jaw scar wouldn't need covering up, it was deep, but thin. It had bled a lot, due to not being able to close for the sand grains. But J'adore had bathed in the sea to clean his wounds. It stung like hell, but for now he wasn't going to get infected. His shoulder scars could do without being bandaged, it was the least severe of his wounds, not including the small scratches that seemed to be everywhere. There were two in a crude cross shape, but they were thin and not very deep. The real problem was the bite to his chest, it was postitioned halfway down his left ribcage and was deep, thick and prohibited his movement. Though they wouldn't scar, J'adore still knew they would stick around for a while.