Ink 20 #15/Story 3: Physical Outpost (114) (Patreon)

It took a while but I managed to clean most of it off. Actually, pretty surprised I didn’t wake up from being mutilated this hard…Unless the pain is what pushed me into unconsciousness to begin with. Which is weird to think about since I’d be expecting to be hurting a lot more right now.

Ugh.

For something this drastically damaging to happen to my bod and barely remembering anything-

It’s— so infuriating, man. Even more so the SECOND time around.

“But hey, at least my face is still mostly intact”, I murmured to myself, trying to NOT completely lose it and wiping off some more blood off my right shoulder. It wasn’t long before a jolt of pain quickly made me drop my bajillionth alcohol towel. My hand instinctively decided to rest on my marked torso, the source of my sudden discomfort.

“All of this new stuff better heal. It’s already a pain in the ass trying to explain this one without sounding like a crazy person.”

Despite it being healed by now, this chest wound still flares up from time to time. It boggles my mind that a several week-old wound could possibly hurt more than all these fresh ones.

As I glanced down to look at my ludicrous scar, my mind wandered.

I actually had a lot of fun with this one