[ He could mention that he's perfectly able to do this himself and that it's not exactly his first rodeo fixing himself up, but Mako's very focused, and it'll be easier for Amos to just get his head straight out of the situation if he doesn't have to focus on what he's doing.
His stomach clenches in anticipation as he keeps his eyes on his stomach, Mako's hands, the blade coming in to cut through his skin. Fingers clench around the brushed metal of the sink, but he doesn't make a noise, just looks on with faster breathing and wide eyes, blood pouring onto Mako's fingers. None of this shit is sterile, he realizes, but brushes the thought aside; there's no time to worry about it now. ]
cw: blood, gore
His stomach clenches in anticipation as he keeps his eyes on his stomach, Mako's hands, the blade coming in to cut through his skin. Fingers clench around the brushed metal of the sink, but he doesn't make a noise, just looks on with faster breathing and wide eyes, blood pouring onto Mako's fingers. None of this shit is sterile, he realizes, but brushes the thought aside; there's no time to worry about it now. ]
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