Suzy nodded.
The injury was on his left. Any movement of his arm would tug at the wound and risk tearing it open. In his current state, there was no way he could undress himself—especially not with a T-shirt clinging to him.
"Stand up," Suzy said, gesturing for him to rise as she reached to remove his raincoat.
The raincoat was easy enough—just a matter of undoing the buttons. The real trouble was the T-shirt underneath.
A closer look revealed that parts of it were already soaked, and worse, the fabric across his back had been eaten through by acid rain, riddled with small holes.
Suzy paused, considering how to get the tight white shirt off him smoothly.
In the end, she arrived at a simple conclusion: tear it. Rip it apart. That was the quickest way, and the least likely to aggravate his injury.
"Do you mind if I tear your shirt?" she asked.
"…Go ahead," he replied.
For a moment, something seemed to cross his mind. His back stiffened abruptly.
