quarter past midnight

R E M I The comment makes him pause for a moment giving her a wry look. "Well, I suppose that does not bode well for me then, mmm?" He says, his grin both amused and perhaps a little worried given all that is on his mind, but he chuckles just the same. Turning his back to her and letting her help peel off his shirt, Remi hissed a pained sort of wheeze through his teeth as part of the bandage torn with the shirt letting fresh blood ooze from one of his many wounds. Whether it was caused by Phoebe or Ronin he had no way of knowing; all that was clear, was that it wasn't healing, and the one person he could ask for help wasn't really speaking to him. "Ahh...well. The bite was from Phoebe. The claw marks were Ronin." This Rex would see when she started to unravel the cloth. "Amalia tried coating it with honey and a few other things but..it does not seem to want to heal."