She'd meant whatever other recovery was ahead of him, but he was clearly feeling better as he got on a roll with... whatever this was. A confession of some kind? It wasn't clear at first, but the more he spoke, the closer they came to his point.
Whatever they've got him on for pain, it's just got him looped. He doesn't know what he's saying. Or that's what part of her said, the part that told her to run, hide, that one is plenty to look after, because everyone left anyway. But his eyes were clear, and it wasn't as though what he said were incoherent ramblings. Her chest hurt.
But she didn't want to leave him. Not out of guilt, or feeling indebted. "I don't know what's next either," she agreed finally, visibly uncomfortable with what she wants to say. "But I think -- I think that would be all right?"
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:03 am (UTC)Whatever they've got him on for pain, it's just got him looped. He doesn't know what he's saying. Or that's what part of her said, the part that told her to run, hide, that one is plenty to look after, because everyone left anyway. But his eyes were clear, and it wasn't as though what he said were incoherent ramblings. Her chest hurt.
But she didn't want to leave him. Not out of guilt, or feeling indebted. "I don't know what's next either," she agreed finally, visibly uncomfortable with what she wants to say. "But I think -- I think that would be all right?"