[ The casual tone at least makes things a little easier for Minhwan - even though the pain and exhaustion from dragging himself here in the first place is finally starting to take its toll on him, like he managed to get here on sheer adrenaline and now it's wearing off, he feels even more like just collapsing into a boneless puddle. Thank god he's still sitting and already slumped, so it doesn't mean he topples right over - but it still means that everything feels a little further away, like there's a hazy fog inside of his mind that clouds over everything he sees and feels right now.
Jaejin's question is pretty clear though, and the pain shooting through Minhwan's body gives him a pretty clear answer too. With some slight trouble he manages to lift the arm with the bad hand, blinking blearily for a moment at the way the wrist is twisted a little unnaturally, the hand hanging limply under it. ]
Nothing else you can fix.
[ Because while Minhwan is enough of a moron that he would have zero problems with Jaejin performing things on him that should clearly only be done by professionals unless you want to make it even worse, he at least knows that while there's something weirdly different on the emotional scale going on with Jaejin that he can't quite figure out, it's probably better to let it rest for now.
He shakes his head a little, dropping the arm back to his side to just hang there like dead weight. Not like Minhwan feels much for going to see a doctor or even go to the hospital right now either, no matter how much his body might ache. He doesn't feel like questions and doctors tend to give him weird looks even when he's mostly healthy that he never quite understands. Everything inside of him is screaming not to go out and instead just curl up on a bed with the one thing that is familiar to him here, the one thing he knows he can always trust - when it comes to the serious and important things, anyway. His idiot best friend.
It's a strange kind of fragility that even Minhwan himself isn't fully realising right now with his low level of emotional understanding, but despite that, it does show up on his face just a little bit. It's small, but it's enough to make him look like less of the confident jackass he usually is 24/7. ]
... Just get me to a bed. [ Although he's sure he won't be fully comfortable lying down either, his body is slowly starting to protest against the cold toilet against his back, pressing against all the soft and sore spots on his torso. ]
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Jaejin's question is pretty clear though, and the pain shooting through Minhwan's body gives him a pretty clear answer too. With some slight trouble he manages to lift the arm with the bad hand, blinking blearily for a moment at the way the wrist is twisted a little unnaturally, the hand hanging limply under it. ]
Nothing else you can fix.
[ Because while Minhwan is enough of a moron that he would have zero problems with Jaejin performing things on him that should clearly only be done by professionals unless you want to make it even worse, he at least knows that while there's something weirdly different on the emotional scale going on with Jaejin that he can't quite figure out, it's probably better to let it rest for now.
He shakes his head a little, dropping the arm back to his side to just hang there like dead weight. Not like Minhwan feels much for going to see a doctor or even go to the hospital right now either, no matter how much his body might ache. He doesn't feel like questions and doctors tend to give him weird looks even when he's mostly healthy that he never quite understands. Everything inside of him is screaming not to go out and instead just curl up on a bed with the one thing that is familiar to him here, the one thing he knows he can always trust - when it comes to the serious and important things, anyway. His idiot best friend.
It's a strange kind of fragility that even Minhwan himself isn't fully realising right now with his low level of emotional understanding, but despite that, it does show up on his face just a little bit. It's small, but it's enough to make him look like less of the confident jackass he usually is 24/7. ]
... Just get me to a bed. [ Although he's sure he won't be fully comfortable lying down either, his body is slowly starting to protest against the cold toilet against his back, pressing against all the soft and sore spots on his torso. ]