The sharp pain is enough to make him wince, eyes widening as he tries to force himself back to awareness.
"Cora-san —"
As he looks at the floor, it seems to flicker — is he sitting on a floor, or is it the ground? If he lifts his gaze, will he see hangar walls or something else?
Best not look up, he decides, attention re-shifting to his wound.
"Thanks," he says, eyes briefly meeting Cora's. He wants to reassure him — I'm not going to die — but right now... that's not a promise he can be sure to keep.
But the best way to try is to keep at treating himself. And so he goes back to stitching, revealing more and more of the wound, little by little. But as his attention narrows, it seems harder and harder to stay awake.
So,
"... Can you talk? About anything." Just — something for him to focus on, to drown out the buzzing of the flies, everything that tries to drag him into unconsciousness.
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"Cora-san —"
As he looks at the floor, it seems to flicker — is he sitting on a floor, or is it the ground? If he lifts his gaze, will he see hangar walls or something else?
Best not look up, he decides, attention re-shifting to his wound.
"Thanks," he says, eyes briefly meeting Cora's. He wants to reassure him — I'm not going to die — but right now... that's not a promise he can be sure to keep.
But the best way to try is to keep at treating himself. And so he goes back to stitching, revealing more and more of the wound, little by little. But as his attention narrows, it seems harder and harder to stay awake.
So,
"... Can you talk? About anything." Just — something for him to focus on, to drown out the buzzing of the flies, everything that tries to drag him into unconsciousness.