"I told you," Bakura said, with a slow exhale as he peeled the gauze packing out of the wound. It hurt like fire, but this was an ill advised time to have is senses dulled by painkillers between Malicant's activity and the possibility of the armoured one returning. Besides, he could deal with pain, knew how to use it as focus. The scent of antiseptic filled the small room as he cleaned the edges before beginning to wrap them up again. "They were keen on doing as much damage as they could."