[It's not the greeting Murphy had expected. It's not information he was aware of, either, and the surprise is evident as he follows Bellamy's gaze to his hands. His knuckles, split in the fight with Yan, had scabbed in the time in the cell, but clearly the guards yanking him around had reopened some. He hadn't noticed, but now he's aware, he recognises the sting of open skin. Minor, probably gone in an hour.]
It's nothing.
[He wipes the worst of the blood off on the front of his jumpsuit.]
Don't worry, I won't get it on your sheets. [As he moves to sit beside him on the cot.]
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It's nothing.
[He wipes the worst of the blood off on the front of his jumpsuit.]
Don't worry, I won't get it on your sheets. [As he moves to sit beside him on the cot.]