[The glance that Yi Sang gives could mean a few things. People being concerned of doctors is not uncommon, after all, but Daan doesn't have the mood to be gentle in terms of his bedside manner.
His hands? Oh, they will be careful. Firm, but gentle. His words, less so.
The bandages are carefully unwrapped and he observes the puncture wounds. The entire area is inflamed to hell, skin bright red and standing out on Yi Sang's pale complexion. It still looks raw, little holes oozing slowly.]
Yi Sang. [His voice is careful, coldly calm.] What is your current profession?
[Daan stands up and goes to gather some supplies.]
no subject
His hands? Oh, they will be careful. Firm, but gentle. His words, less so.
The bandages are carefully unwrapped and he observes the puncture wounds. The entire area is inflamed to hell, skin bright red and standing out on Yi Sang's pale complexion. It still looks raw, little holes oozing slowly.]
Yi Sang. [His voice is careful, coldly calm.] What is your current profession?
[Daan stands up and goes to gather some supplies.]