[He stays still for her, mostly. As the cloth wipes away the blood, she finds that the skin on both his wrists is rubbed raw and ragged, twin bands that she probably recognizes all too well. They're more pronounced, this time; he's had much, much longer to try and escape.]
[There's bruising along his jaw, on both sides, and there are cuts and abrasions on the skin there and on his forehead. Also... the fake eye isn't quite in right, somehow. It's off-center, a little, as though it was removed and reinserted, but not attached.]
[He shakes, and he shakes, and he doesn't move away from her; he's holding onto her hand like he's afraid she's going to let go.]
[When she finally tips his chin up to look, she discovers that the cut is clean and deliberate, as though someone with a very precise instrument knew exactly what they were looking for, and what they were looking for was to shut him up.]
Re: [Day 183, probably not too much after midnight]
[There's bruising along his jaw, on both sides, and there are cuts and abrasions on the skin there and on his forehead. Also... the fake eye isn't quite in right, somehow. It's off-center, a little, as though it was removed and reinserted, but not attached.]
[He shakes, and he shakes, and he doesn't move away from her; he's holding onto her hand like he's afraid she's going to let go.]
[When she finally tips his chin up to look, she discovers that the cut is clean and deliberate, as though someone with a very precise instrument knew exactly what they were looking for, and what they were looking for was to shut him up.]