Still holding his mouth, he could feel the little droplets of crimson slither out from between his finger slots and dotting over his cravat. God dammit. Maybe he did need a bandage, but he sure as well wasn’t going to try and be this vulnerable in front of the younger soldier. Quickly ripping off a piece of his coat, to much disdain, he wadded it together and pressed it over his tongue.
In a muffled voice, he said. “I think I have got it" Yet, it sounded more like ‘Iff thinkth I haff gots itch’. The piece of fabric was pushed even further against the cut over his tongue.
What did he say? Connie’s brow piqued not able to understand the muffled, distorted noises coming from the older soldier. It sounded as though he said something about an itch. In a panic, Springer scrambled in place, thinking his new acquaintance had bit his tongue because it was itchy.
“Dude, I can go find ya some itch cream, too! Itch cream and a bandage, itch cream and a bandage–”
Connie turned around while reminding himself of what Auruo needed, trying to recall where the medical support would be.