[ Well, at least the blood seems to be coming from Rupert's nose and not anywhere else on his head. If he's coherent enough to yell at Jonas, then he's probably not dying within the next minute. Probably. ]
Fuck. Fuck...
[ He draws back, shoving the passenger door open (of course, of fucking course it would be his side of the car that's unscathed), and he considers going back. Just a couple of minutes would be enough, but then, would it make a difference? With his luck, he'd be the one who caused the accident in the first place.
Returning his attention to Rupert as he backs out of the car, Jonas assures him: ]
I'm fine. I'll go get...
[ He hasn't finished the sentence, but he's already coming back. From... somewhere. Climbing back into the passenger seat with an ice pack and bandages that have appeared seemingly from nowhere. ]
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Fuck. Fuck...
[ He draws back, shoving the passenger door open (of course, of fucking course it would be his side of the car that's unscathed), and he considers going back. Just a couple of minutes would be enough, but then, would it make a difference? With his luck, he'd be the one who caused the accident in the first place.
Returning his attention to Rupert as he backs out of the car, Jonas assures him: ]
I'm fine. I'll go get...
[ He hasn't finished the sentence, but he's already coming back. From... somewhere. Climbing back into the passenger seat with an ice pack and bandages that have appeared seemingly from nowhere. ]