[He didn't know how to feel about this, letting Testament help him undress. But he helped however he could, moving and shifting his body so that his jacket could be pulled off, and then the shirt underneath was unbuttoned.
As the white shirt fell of his shoulders, a red crimson stain went with it. A gash had formed in his left shoulder, not deep but long, as if he was cut by some kind of crude ax-like weapon. (Who knew a sign post could be so sharp with enough force behind it.)
Haruka looked away, trying not to pay attention to the pain, or the fact that Testament could now see him topless. ...But they were both men. He wondered why he cared at all.]
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As the white shirt fell of his shoulders, a red crimson stain went with it. A gash had formed in his left shoulder, not deep but long, as if he was cut by some kind of crude ax-like weapon. (Who knew a sign post could be so sharp with enough force behind it.)
Haruka looked away, trying not to pay attention to the pain, or the fact that Testament could now see him topless. ...But they were both men. He wondered why he cared at all.]