the fire that rages within

⌈ ほのお ⌋—- Honō looks down his shirt and blanches, feeling the bile of his stomach rise when he noticed the large splotch of dried red on the side of his shirt.

                     ”—Gak—wh-where did I—h-how did I-I get this?” He twisted and turned his body to inspect other places he might have been hurt without noticing. “I am bleeding?”