( she pulls out her gun after sitting down, and sam already has out his knife, but he - doesn't show that knife off to her.
instead, he drops down onto the ground close by, raises the hand that isn't holding onto the knife, and digs the blade into his forearm, just above his wrist. deep, too, enough that blood starts flowing freely and dripping down at a rate that might have been concerning -
if it wasn't coagulating already where he'd cut himself, and if the blood dripping down his arm wasn't shifting from deep red to a silvery-red color, as it forms into a blade of it's own. )
cw: blood
( she pulls out her gun after sitting down, and sam already has out his knife, but he - doesn't show that knife off to her.
instead, he drops down onto the ground close by, raises the hand that isn't holding onto the knife, and digs the blade into his forearm, just above his wrist. deep, too, enough that blood starts flowing freely and dripping down at a rate that might have been concerning -
if it wasn't coagulating already where he'd cut himself, and if the blood dripping down his arm wasn't shifting from deep red to a silvery-red color, as it forms into a blade of it's own. )