June King
The feeling of exhaustion the man was feeling was only to be blamed on by himself. He opened and closed his eyes only to see a blur each time. The sun wasn't helping any either, but it at least reminded him that he was still awake, him being able to see hints of light from beneath his eye lids. It had seemed that even though the man was used to walking around with wounds, his lack of sleep and heavy drinking the night before didn't help his current situation.
Reaching into his pocket, June pulled out a piece of cloth, long enough to tie around his arm to stop the bleeding, as well as put pressure on the wound. Though, he knew that he would need to take out the bullet before covering the wound. He listened with his eyes closed, rested in a semi-feverish state. Once he was sure she was done with her worry he slightly opened his eyes, looking towards the ground and resting his posture. "C-come here for a sec," his voice called under a whisper. Slightly pointing to the cloth set beside him, he reached in his coat to pull out a small thick flip knife. "When I'm done, can you wrap that around my arm?"
He didn't really feel the energy to give much warning to his actions, but he was sure she had an idea of what it was he was meaning to do. With the way he felt, he wondered what hassle he'd have hitching onto the train when it finally came. However, he knew that at the moment that really didn't matter. What needed his attention was the bullet in his arm. It was a bother to dig the bullet out of his arm, but he knew it was for the best that he do it quickly. So, with his hand on his blade, he moved passed his shirt and dug into his wound, trying his best not to worsen the wound. Once he found the bullet, scooping it out was painful, but quick. With a few grunts and a couple minutes of pausing and stabbing, he successfully removed the bullet. Breathing heavily he looked over to Akira, motioning her to wrap his arm.
It worried him how he would succumb to such a small wound. So much so, he kept the bullet, so that he could inspect it later. Usually, losing a few drops of blood wouldn't hinder him as much as his current injury. He had no choice, but to think that maybe, the bullet was coated with a type of poison that would work quickly against him. If so, it would mean that the preparations made against him. Which would mean that he'd need to also start being more cautious.