[he's shaking like a leaf, the remnants of a scream still pouring up from his throat. bile and blood makes its way onto the forest floor. he grips her hand until it hurts them both.
the world is dark and red and dizzy. it feels like a long time before he can think again—the pain is immense, no less than a 9 on his personal scale. his throat is sore and his hand still shakes when he brings it to his face, touching only the wet edges of the wound that burns at his fingertips.
calm down. breathe. you're a doctor, aren't you? this is exactly a situation you're prepared for. breathe. take it slowly. you can do this, just breathe...]
Pouch. Third pocket on the left. Red vial. Dynamo. [he mutters the instructions with urgency, stumbling over the words. painkillers. obviously, he'd have painkillers, this is exactly the situation for painkillers... Dynamo should have enough strength to handle the injection if Nene isn't good with needles. he's got this.]
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the world is dark and red and dizzy. it feels like a long time before he can think again—the pain is immense, no less than a 9 on his personal scale. his throat is sore and his hand still shakes when he brings it to his face, touching only the wet edges of the wound that burns at his fingertips.
calm down. breathe. you're a doctor, aren't you? this is exactly a situation you're prepared for. breathe. take it slowly. you can do this, just breathe...]
Pouch. Third pocket on the left. Red vial. Dynamo. [he mutters the instructions with urgency, stumbling over the words. painkillers. obviously, he'd have painkillers, this is exactly the situation for painkillers... Dynamo should have enough strength to handle the injection if Nene isn't good with needles. he's got this.]