Varicose visage [Lucio]

Jamison struggled to his feet and stood back when he heard movement inside, ready to either be let in or shot dead by the man inside. He had his shirt pulled off and pressed hard against the place where his arm used to be, swallowing the sick in his gut when he glanced up at Lucio, "'ey..." He nodded when he was told to hurry, stumbling inside before finally collapsing onto the floor, panting hard, "fuck...fuck..." He shook his head when the man told him to lay down, struggling to his feet as he fumbled around, "need t'find th'clothes iron..."

He glanced over at him, "gotta cauterize it." It would be agonizing, and the shock could do him in, but if he didn't sear this injury shut he was sure to die of bloodloss. He couldn't help a laugh when he was called insane, "nah mate, m'Australian..." When he finally managed to find the thing, he plugged it in to one of the outlets, glancing at Lucio while he let it heat up, "w..ugh...when it's hot...yew gotta push it up against th'wound. Think yew kin do that?" He tried to hide the fear in his voice, but the quivering was unmistakable.

"You're still fucking insane," Lucio said, hopelessly watching as Jamie moved around to get what he needed before he plugged it in. "Wait a minute. Cauterize it?" He then looked pretty much frightened at what the other man wants him to do. "Yeah, you're totally insane," he'll grumble with a frown, glancing at the iron to wait for it to heat up. "I-I.. think I could," Lucio finally answered with pure fright on his face as he walks over to the man, examining the iron before it makes a small noise to indicate that it's hot enough. "Alright I.. I'm sorry that it's gonna hurt." Boy, this is hard already but Jamie is losing so much blood and he'll die here if he doesn't help.

"I haven't done any of this before," he'll warn as he grabs the iron, moving to stay near Jamie as he unwraps the shirt so he can get to the wound. "Oh God," Lucio mumbled, feeling his stomach boil with nothing but sickness. "Alright, I can do this," he, again, mumbled to himself before pressing the hot iron to the other's wound with a frown.

Jamison gave the young man an exhausted expression as he sat and waited for the iron to head up, shaking his head and swallowing the sick in his gut, "y-yeh...Maybe a little..." He closed his eyes and whimpered against the pain, "b-but I don't wanna die..." He looked up at him with a frightened expression, "I didn't wanna become one'a them." He glanced up when he heard the indicator sound, looking up at Lucio to nod at him. He could do this, it was grisly and horrible, but he could do it. He looked around before picking up an old rag and stuffing it into his mouth to bite.

He glanced down at the injury when Lucio uncovered it, giving him a nod to go ahead. When he felt the hot iron press against the remains of his arm, he let out a scream that was muffled thanks to the rag that kept him from clenching his teeth so hard they broke. After a few seconds he tapped him to gently pull it away, letting out heavy, labored pants through the pain as he tried to catch his breath, pulling the rag from his mouth to look over at him, "fff-ffuck...S-so-sorry..." He looked over at him with a weak smile, "th-thanks, mate..."

"You won't die, alright?" Lucio isn't even sure actually if Jamie will die or not. He held the iron there, feeling more sick to his stomach by each passing second. "You'll be okay," he added, trying his best to ignore the others pained screaming. At the tap, he'll pull away along with the iron, reaching over to unplug the thing before putting it to the side. Lucio then rested his hand on his stomach, coughing softly as he tries to prevent himself from throwing up. "Ugh," he'll mumble, turning his gaze to the side for a moment before forcing himself to look at the other man. "Y-You're welcome," he'll reply as he sits back before rubbing his eyes with a sniffle. "I've never done anything like this and.. ugh I feel sick."

Who can blame him? Lucio moved to take off his shirt, reaching over to use it to press it against the other's wound just in case it decided to bleed more. "I hope that you're not infected too," he grumbled with a tired sigh.

Jamison nodded when he reassured him that he wouldn't be dying, giving a soft laugh, "not t'day I ain't." There was a tone of determination in his voice as he smiled at the man, trying to lighten the situation at least a bit, "s'the annoyin' thing about Australians." He snickered as he got to wobbly feet to find some bandage, rummaging through drawers and shelves, "we don't know when t'quit an' die."

He turned back to him with a wink, coming to sit next to him with the bandages and some strong moonshine, "sorry fer puttin' ye threw that, mate...I couldn't do it on me own." He popped the cork off the bottle and took a long swig of it, shuddering from the burn of it going down before he started soaking the bandages in the stuff, "nothin' gets rid'a th'bite like this nasty shit." When the bandages were sufficiently soaked he set to work wrapping his arm, or what was left, poking his tongue out, "this shit's damn near pure alcohol...It'll keep it clean." He frowned at him, looking worried, "yew oughta get some rest soon, mate...Ye'll feel better fer it." He was about to go on, but the man's last words gave him pause.

"nah, I ain't infected." He looked over at him, "thas' why I lobbed off me arm...can't spread if th'limb is detached." Or he sure hoped he wasn't infected, he'd acted pretty dan quick, he shook his head and looked back down, going about his work with grim determination. "I ain't infected."

Lucio couldn't help but to laugh softly at that, rolling his eyes before sitting cross-legged in an effort to be more comfortable. "Well, I guess that's a good thing?" Maybe it is. He did appreciate that Jamison is trying to lighten up the mood but honestly, what Lucio had to deal with - that's going to be stuck in his mind for a very long time. He'll watch the other's movements, making a slightly disgusted look on his face as Jamie drinks a bit of the moonshine before using it on the bandages. Maybe he should help.

"Let me do it," he'll mumble as he reached over to gently nudge Jamie's hand away before working on wrapping the bandage up a bit tightly but not tight enough to hurt or cause any sort of damage. "I would love to rest, honestly. Haven't had more than an hour of sleep for days now." If he acted fast enough to cut off his arm, Jamie should be fine. Right? "Good, alright. I'll keep an eye on you."

Jamison laughed at the face the man made and grinned, "wot? Sure does take th'pain away." He'd found this in another shanty shack in the woods, whoever had owned it had left or been killed, he didn't drink it as much as he used it as a method of sterilizing and cleaning injuries, but he'd needed a stiff drink for a change, "tastes like shit but it'll knock yeh on yer ass." He snickered, setting the bottle aside as he continued to try and wrap the injury.

He glanced over when he came closer to begin doing it for him, chuckling softly and nodding, "thanks, mate." When the wound was properly wrapped up, he got to his feet and rummaged around to pull out a sleeping bag and pillow, "'ere, there's six cots, take yer pick." He couldn't hide the exhausted look on his own face, "hard t'sleep out there...But yer safe in'ere. I promise." He'd spent all he had to fortify the underground shelter.

After a moment he glanced at him before turning to dig around, "yew like music? I gotta radio...Mostly plays older songs...But sound is sound, aye?" He chuckled as he reached to flick it on, adjusting it so it was loud enough to hear, but not intrusive. Jamison nodded and chuckled, going to his own cot to flop down on it with a groan, "feel like I could sleep all year...Least we got yew back'ere safe, eh?" He chuckled and closed his eyes, more or less passing out quick.