Regarding him critically for a few moments, Mello finally gave a curt nod, flipped the knife over, and held out the hilt toward Fay. "Follow my instructions precisely," he told him in a voice that brooked no argument. He was firmly convinced he wouldn't actually pass out--he was, really, or he was trying to be-- but doing it one-handed would be difficult at best. Fay could act as his hands.
Taking a deep breath, Mello grabbed the sake and took a long swig, wishing they had something stronger. There was still enough left to clean the wound after, and he set the sake back on the table. Normally, mixing alcohol with the painkillers from the first-aid kit that he'd taken before Fay came in wasn't something he would do, but aspirin wouldn't be enough, and he was smart enough to know how much would actually be harmful. All that done, he turned back to Fay with a serious look.
"You're going to pry the bullet out with that knife, and as soon as it comes out, you're going to pour the rest of the sake onto the wound. When that's done, apply firm pressure with those towels until the bleeding slows enough for it to be bandaged. If it isn't stopping, we'll have to cauterize it.
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Taking a deep breath, Mello grabbed the sake and took a long swig, wishing they had something stronger. There was still enough left to clean the wound after, and he set the sake back on the table. Normally, mixing alcohol with the painkillers from the first-aid kit that he'd taken before Fay came in wasn't something he would do, but aspirin wouldn't be enough, and he was smart enough to know how much would actually be harmful. All that done, he turned back to Fay with a serious look.
"You're going to pry the bullet out with that knife, and as soon as it comes out, you're going to pour the rest of the sake onto the wound. When that's done, apply firm pressure with those towels until the bleeding slows enough for it to be bandaged. If it isn't stopping, we'll have to cauterize it.
"Do you understand?"