[There is definitely a part of Wolfwood that would have delayed his healing just to give Add a dose of reality, but the real answer is that he is in so much pain it’s difficult to move, much less remember where on his person the vials are. He is DAMN lucky that his heart wasn’t hit, because if he was struck with an otherwise instant death blow, the vials wouldn’t have mattered. In fact, he’s lucky that he’s not been sliced and diced in quite the same manner as Elsword, because we all remember how THAT went.
The vials do not heal instantly like they do back home. It will take a few minutes to fully stitch the wounds over, which is why he won’t waste time as he fades in and out of consciousness, weirdly grounded by the hand on his shoulder and Add’s shouting above him.
Huh. So the guy is capable of feeling remorse after all, if only for Ain’s sake and not his own.
Hm.
Wolfwood shifts under Add’s grasp, and with an absolutely Herculean effort, he manages to turn over enough to rip open the pouch on his hip, causing a couple glass vials to clatter out to the floor. He’ll worry about the others later as he manages to catch his shaking fingers on one, bringing the entire thing up to his mouth. He puts the glass between his teeth and bites down hard, the glass breaking with a sharp crack that releases the blue, almost glowing liquid so he can swallow it. Gasping, the glass falls empty to the floor by his head as he lays there as….smoke? Steam? SOMETHING rises up from the wounds on his body as the serum works, pumping frantic through his veins to heal him over faster than the grim reaper can pull him away.
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The vials do not heal instantly like they do back home. It will take a few minutes to fully stitch the wounds over, which is why he won’t waste time as he fades in and out of consciousness, weirdly grounded by the hand on his shoulder and Add’s shouting above him.
Huh. So the guy is capable of feeling remorse after all, if only for Ain’s sake and not his own.
Hm.
Wolfwood shifts under Add’s grasp, and with an absolutely Herculean effort, he manages to turn over enough to rip open the pouch on his hip, causing a couple glass vials to clatter out to the floor. He’ll worry about the others later as he manages to catch his shaking fingers on one, bringing the entire thing up to his mouth. He puts the glass between his teeth and bites down hard, the glass breaking with a sharp crack that releases the blue, almost glowing liquid so he can swallow it. Gasping, the glass falls empty to the floor by his head as he lays there as….smoke? Steam? SOMETHING rises up from the wounds on his body as the serum works, pumping frantic through his veins to heal him over faster than the grim reaper can pull him away.
It’s a familiar feeling.]