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cantwalkwithoutit) wrote2016-04-12 01:36 am
cantwalkwithoutit) wrote2016-04-12 01:36 am
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[Action]
[ He makes certain Doc is settled before vanishing to fetch what he asks for, as well as some softer pillows for him. He figures here will be better for rest than the bedroom, for now. ]
Do you need anything else? Would some medicine help at all, do you think?
[Action]
[He lifts himself with some effort to settle on the pillows, and the dogs of course take the opportunity of a captive human to plant their snouts on his lap and give him the puppy-eyed petting stare. He complies, of course.]
And you're sure you're not feeling the effects?
[Action]
[ He figures some simple painkillers should be enough, aspirin at least, and maybe just some slow-burn stimulation, if any, so his heartrate doesn't go up, and he disappears into the kitchen to fetch some water. ]
[Action]
[He reaches around the dogs and does so while Gold is away, wincing when he sees some of what's posted.]
Old injuries reopening in a dramatic fashion...lost limbs, skin falling off...oh.
[He pales. If that hole in his heart reopens, he's not sure he can be saved. When he returns, he's very unhappy.]
I've also seen reports of abilities destabilizing.
[Action]
[ He sets the aspirin and a glass of water on the coffee table where he can reach it. ]
No way to tell if that's the porter gone insane or just an off day for me.
[Action]
[He takes the medicine, taking two tries to choke it down.]
I'd suggest avoiding the videos on the network for now if you're not in the mood for extreme gore.