The disinfectant virtually hissed as it touched my burns. I applied it liberally, then got out the gauze and antibiotic cream.
It hurt as much as the lingering effects of Bakuda’s pain grenade, but there was also the knowledge that it would take forever to heal.
At least unless you get Panacea to reconsider and join you.
I wouldn’t be able to wear skin-tight leggings over the injured area.
I suppose that’s a bit of a problem.
Bastards. This pain was nothing compared to what they’d subjected my people to. How many people had lost parents, loved ones, friends? Homes? I couldn’t even complain to myself about the burn without feeling guilty.
It’s not misery olympics.
You’re allowed to feel pain even if there are others who are feeling more pain, and you are not responsible for their pain. You suffered your pain while doing your best to prevent that. That’s nothing to feel guilty about.
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