I crouched down beside Armless and conjured up disinfectant to clean the kitchen knife and my hands.
Next, I pulled away the bandage, seeing not only blood and pus but also black spots on and around the stump... Necrosis?
"Damn."
It also didn't smell especially good, though I would rate it only one out of five Torsohills.
I held onto his elbow before cutting around one centimeter of flesh from the wound.
Although my kitchen knife couldn't cut the bone in the middle, the bone wasn't the problem to begin with, so it didn't matter.
Then I started scraping off the black spots around the injury until there was only pink flesh left.
Now let's see if this works.
The second I wanted to put the knife back into the past, I saw myself flip the coin inside my mind.
I raised my eyebrows; I hadn't had an involuntary vision in forever.
Gold; back of my hand; eyes and ears uncovered; correct past of Armless.
