[Daryl bit out tersely, leveling a glare at the stupid, cheeky bastard. His touch remained as gentle as it could be, though. Still maintaining pressure, but otherwise feather light.]
You're lucky this grazed ya and didn't go through.
[The line of the wound petered out as it moved toward the bicep from what he could see. Not exactly pretty, but not the kind of thing that would make moving his arm difficult for the next few days. It'd be sore once it scabbed over and that was about it.]
Shit, that guy was a bad shot.
[Daryl was avoiding saying anything about just accepting the win for what it was. He understood the mentality - he had it most of the time - but with Jesus's health, he didn't want to settle for only that.]
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[Daryl bit out tersely, leveling a glare at the stupid, cheeky bastard. His touch remained as gentle as it could be, though. Still maintaining pressure, but otherwise feather light.]
You're lucky this grazed ya and didn't go through.
[The line of the wound petered out as it moved toward the bicep from what he could see. Not exactly pretty, but not the kind of thing that would make moving his arm difficult for the next few days. It'd be sore once it scabbed over and that was about it.]
Shit, that guy was a bad shot.
[Daryl was avoiding saying anything about just accepting the win for what it was. He understood the mentality - he had it most of the time - but with Jesus's health, he didn't want to settle for only that.]