deafens: (a lawless state of mind)
Now That's What I Call A Disaster! ([personal profile] deafens) wrote 2015-11-08 03:55 am (UTC)

[ he definitely needs a towel, but nic's a little preoccupied with making sure he's definitely not dying right now, and her courtesies went out of the window in the mean time. one hand clings to his, fingers digging in comfort and reassurance and maybe a little bit of stress as the other hand gets to work. ]

We're not high. [ she tries to sound decisive as she says it, but her voice shakes too much and she just looks worried as she checks his pulse, and rather invasively holds open one of his eyes to stare into them for a moment (watching his pupils dilate, not that she's told him that much) and tugs open his mouth to check for goop with no apology whatsoever.

she's satisfied that he's not immediately in threat of dying though, and somewhat relaxes as she squeezes his hand again. ]
I have no fucking clue whats going on.

[ the admission is rough, and she looks around them for a moment before her eyes fall back to tris - and oh yeah, towel or something might be nice. she quickly reaches out for one of the other ones she found, slightly more torn up and damaged than hers, but it'll have to do. she'd make some joke about there not being much to cover up, but well- it's not quite the right time for it. ] Are you alright?

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