[Hank sits down on the chair when Connor sets it back upright. There's a small smear of blood on the tile floor, and when he crosses his ankle over the other knee, the bottom of his foot is smudged in blood.
But when he pulls the sliver of glass out, the wound itself isn't too bad, and the blood just kind of faintly wells up and slides down the crease in the sole of his foot.]
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But when he pulls the sliver of glass out, the wound itself isn't too bad, and the blood just kind of faintly wells up and slides down the crease in the sole of his foot.]
Don't worry about it, I've had worse.