[ rude but fair. taair is resting! he's in bed, bundled up in comfy sweaters, with like three blankets. he looks like absolute ass based on the dark circles under his eyes and the fact that he is still deathly pale, but this comment gets him to smile, even still. it's small, and tired, but still taair. ]
Is that what happened...? I'm afraid I hardly remember... [ rip. ] I'm sorry if I startled you, my friend.
w6 thursday
laurence is poking his head into the room. ]
Are you done swooning for now?
[ it's called passing out from blood loss but okay ]
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Is that what happened...? I'm afraid I hardly remember... [ rip. ] I'm sorry if I startled you, my friend.
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[ he does look a little relieved to see taair behaving, but. woof. ]
Don't worry about me, worry about getting better. What the hell even happened to you guys? You were going on about a baby?
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... Ah... yes. [ his brow furrows - his thoughts above his head come together in a big black scribble, and he looks down. ]
We were... at the end, at least, we were attempting to save the life of a child.
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But it sounds like you did...?