"tch" Scaramouche glared at you, when you stumbled across his injured body against a tree, he had a wound on his lower abdomen that seemed pretty deep, and you could clearly see the blood soaking through the clothes.

"get lost will you?.." Scaramouche spoke coldly as his words sounded venomous, as he groaned when he put too much pressure on his wound.

"a-ah.. fuck!" Scaramouche winced as he slumped more against the tree.