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I'm not sure how to describe this. Or what I had planned to do, but I wanted to maybe alleviate his pain. If only a tad bit and remove the risk of infection. His lips looked horrid, due to them being sewed shut. I understand he was speaking…some form of language? I assumed it was still Russian, but maybe a dialect? I didn't care about that though. His mouth looked in what I could assume in agony.
“svb, … dszg ziv blf wlrmt?!” I heard him speak, his tone worried as I crept closer to him, taking his hand and slowly taking him into the kitchen, where the other guests I'd let in were still there. I don't care much about their stares. I take Wireface to the sink and set down the antiseptic and cotton swab. “I'd like to help.” I gesture, pointing at the iodine and then to my lips. He seems to get it. “He - hellp…” the guy slurs, I assume he's trying to translate. “Svok?” Damn. Maybe I should've learnt dialects.
“Yes.” I try to sound sure, though I assume he repeated the word back to me in his dialect. His accent makes it slightly more difficult to tell what he's saying. “Lpzb..lpzb! R fmwvihgzmw mld!!” I think he's trying to say he knows what I'm doing. He seems happy anyway. I pick up the swab, dip it into the solution carefully, making sure none drops as I reach for his face. I hold it gently, his chin is a bit rough, signs of a stubble growing maybe? Should confirm he's human.
He flinches slightly as I dab at his wounds, a dog-like whimper erupts from him. I think he's been in pain for a while. “Hurt?” I question, the guy looks lost before he tries to translate. “Hh..huuurtt…” He thinks for a moment, before tilting his head, as if to say he didn't understand. “Lfxs..?” He tries, he sounds unsure, but I think he said something about hitting? “Ow?” I try again, this time letting go of his chin, pretending to hit myself accidentally on the table. “Ow?” I repeat. He gets it, I'm sure. “Ld!” He lights up, and then gets a quizzatory tone. “Ziv blf zhprmt ru rg sfigh? Rg wlvh, yfg gszg lrmgnvmg dliph dlmwvih!” The end tail is praise I think, he seems glad I helped relieve some pain.
I touched up his lips with the swab, before throwing it away and putting the antiseptic back into the storage room, where he followed me too. “Gszmp blf!” The wire guy assumedly thanks me, does a small bow before I leave him in the storage room.
Tiring.