It hurt like a son of a bitch. Valentine wouldn't say it aloud -- not that he could with how hard he had been biting down his own lip. If it weren't for how durable his skin could get, he would have bitten down his lip until it was already bleeding. He didn't recall a time getting stitches, but he'd tried to imagine how it would be like and tonight he learned it was far worse in reality.

By the time they were done, the demon had tears streaming down his cheeks he was trying to wipe off so that Rin wouldn't catch sight of them. "Four weeks of this? Really?" Valentine whined. He officially hated enchanted weapons.

When the medic stood, Valentine slid down his sitting postion to lie on the couch as he was instructed, wincing as he felt the skin around the wound stretched a little. Only when he felt a little comfortable, did he try to speak. "Can I actually eat anything right now like this?" Not that he wouldn't mind food but, he'd have to sit up and just imagining it didn't sound all too appealing.

Valentine groaned. "I don't know if I would get the hang of it ever," he grumbled. The regret was setting in, and he hated the feeling of it. He wondered for a moment if he could have gotten away without getting hurt -- he could have if he just slithered away in his snake form. Maybe he panicked but he can't really tell anymore if he did. All he knew is that he was frustrated and angry and god did he wish he actually used the venom on him.

"I think. I can still sit up," he said, but he didn't seem like he intended to do so at all. Thinking about it felt like it made the wound prick a little, obviously not used to it at all. Could be worse, he told himself, glaring at the ceiling overhead for no particular reason. "But it would be nice not to but I'm a little hungry."

Valentine liked the warmth. As soon as the blanket was laid over him, he just looked like he snuggled to place, seeking its comfort. RIn returned to the kitchen and left Valentine to quietly contemplate the evening again. This was fine, he told himself, he wasn't really dead, right? He wouldn't know what would happen if it did. Most demons could revive, but he could never know anything about himself and he was honestly scared to test anything.

He almost didn't notice the medic entering the room until they were already within his view. Startled out of his thoughts, Valentine tried to sit up, only to be stopped by the stabbing pain from his injury. A quiet hiss passed his lips, but he tried to play it off as nothing, saying a quiet thanks when the meal was handed to him.

Valentine wanted to say he had worse, but he figured he should hold his tongue for tonight. "It's fine; I'm not in a picky mood," he said instead. He picked mostly on the strips of chicken and ate quietly as he listened to Rin, nodding along as they spoke.

After a moment of silence, Valentine seemed to stop from eating. "Hey, Rin," he began, looking up at the medic. His expression was neutral, but seemed to show a more honesty in his eyes than his usual. "Thanks for looking after me."