daybreak and fireflies ☀ panicked

Oh, that wasn't the way for bandages. He -- he had some. He'd just been planning to keep himself confined to this little area till he felt okay with putting it back on, see. But it's with a very wobbly smile that Izuku tries and work up the ability to speak again. Another little crackle causes him to flinch again, and he pulls his paw even further to himself. And it burns. It really, really does. Every little touch against his leg, massive injured as it was, just hurt so bad and he knew that he'd just ruined some of the healing process. But it's fine. It's okay. It's fine.
"I -- I .. My bag's ri - right there," Izuku makes a vague gesture with a wing. It's just in a corner off of the table, leaning against a bookshelf. He has a lotta stuff in there -- like bandages and herbs, yes. Also his journals and stuff. The bandages should be pretty obvious, he just hopes Dimitri doesn't make too much of a mess with it. He probably needs to put something on his leg now, because of all the shit he's doing, but Dimitri won't know that. And it's fine. It won't be a huge deal and even if it is then, well, that's unfortunate. He'll probably have to amputate it if it gets too much worse, see. And Izuku .. well, he thinks he'd be better off with a horribly scarred leg than no leg. Unless he has to drag his leg around like he is now even once he's healed. That'd be bad.

[abbr=8 months - tenderfoot of snowbound - maine coon cat]☀[/abbr] what was i worth