[Once the door was closed, Alfonse's nerves seemed to flare up again. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath to, one more, attempt to calm himself. Not as effective as he'd hoped, but after a moment of anxious fidgeting he took a seat.]
It's- yeah. My back.
[He reluctantly took off his shirt and set it aside. Fortunately, with his very basic training in treating wounds he had been taking care of it to the best of his ability, bandages were neatly applied, and clearly kept fresh. However the scope of his injuries beneath were far beyond his skill, if anything he managed to stave off what should be a mess of infections at the very least. Though even through the bandages, some more neglected older wounds and raw fresh scars could be seen. Lashes across his back, clearly applied deliberately rather than results of combat, and old welts in the final stages of healing.
He went to start to undo his bandages, but then took a look at his sooty hands and gave pause.]
Perhaps it might be best if you did the rest...
[The wounds underneath were mess. Burns that had scales melt and fuse together, or cracked and fallen away, leaving tender skin underneath vulnerable to more of the same. It had been left without proper treatment long enough that, while there were no bad infections, there was was the telltale redness and swelling that signaled that some were starting to form. To complicate matters new scales were starting to grow, agitating injured skin and pushing again the sensitive melted scaled.
In short: a mess. It was a mess and he'd clearly been hoping that keeping the wounds clean and throwing a big band aid on it would make it go away, but hey. He tried.]
Well I just rolled out of bed, and I just YOLO'd and prayed this would be coherent
It's- yeah. My back.
[He reluctantly took off his shirt and set it aside. Fortunately, with his very basic training in treating wounds he had been taking care of it to the best of his ability, bandages were neatly applied, and clearly kept fresh. However the scope of his injuries beneath were far beyond his skill, if anything he managed to stave off what should be a mess of infections at the very least. Though even through the bandages, some more neglected older wounds and raw fresh scars could be seen. Lashes across his back, clearly applied deliberately rather than results of combat, and old welts in the final stages of healing.
He went to start to undo his bandages, but then took a look at his sooty hands and gave pause.]
Perhaps it might be best if you did the rest...
[The wounds underneath were mess. Burns that had scales melt and fuse together, or cracked and fallen away, leaving tender skin underneath vulnerable to more of the same. It had been left without proper treatment long enough that, while there were no bad infections, there was was the telltale redness and swelling that signaled that some were starting to form. To complicate matters new scales were starting to grow, agitating injured skin and pushing again the sensitive melted scaled.
In short: a mess. It was a mess and he'd clearly been hoping that keeping the wounds clean and throwing a big band aid on it would make it go away, but hey. He tried.]