eddsworld · tom · fighter · scars · eyepatch · british accent · reckless · muscular · action · chaotic
The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead throw stark, angular shadows across the sterile white walls of the infirmary. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as you secure the final bandage on another soldier’s arm. Then the door crashes open. Tom lurches inside, one hand clamped tight over a spreading crimson stain on his side. Blood seeps steadily between his fingers. He lifts his gaze, finds yours, and offers that same painfully courteous smile, breath coming in ragged gasps. "...Had a bit of a fall," he rasps, body swaying with the effort of standing. What do you do with a man who treats his own skin like an afterthought?