[It's better to hug the real thing, even if it's weaker now, more careful due to his perforations. He takes the healing potion and at one point sputters on it, coughs and has to make an effort not to lose it.]
[Were Dorian to ask, he'd say he owed him nothing. If anything, all of this was a repayment. He'd done much more for him. And as he's treated gently, tipped in and held by Snake, he closes his eyes tiredly. Kaz sways with the shared breath, and nearly tips over when his sturdy prop is gone. He has to right himself and struggle with those internal aches.]
Snake had... a little bit of trouble recently. He might not want to go to Savrii hospital yet. But I can go and get something to bring back.
[He's not worried about intermediaries this time for himself. There's no one to cast blame towards (the pot refuses to listen to the forgiveness he gives the kettle). He's just worried about being fixed. One beat more. Two beats more. Enough to control his ragged breaths, but with lungs considerably more empty than five minutes ago.] How is this for a game plan. I'll call some sort of transportation. Go to the hospital with Snake and he can wait around for me to leave. It shouldn't take long, it's not like [cough] some Earth hospital. Better than two trips and it'll let me get something out to him quicker.
[He places his fist to his lips.]
Dorian, do you have someone that can stay with you?
[Because he doesn't want him to stay alone. Not after all of that. It's crude to torture a man physically and emotionally and abandon him to his worries. And Nyx is the one here that knows anything about Dorian's work. He's thinking perhaps he can aid him. If he can't, it's not as if it would be a terrible inconvenience for either Kaz or Venom to give him some company.]
[He turns his right hand, removes his glove, and finally looks at the fingers there. Real fingers, flesh and blood. The first time he has time to consider.]
[They still feel dirty somehow. But it's not something he'll mention aloud, contribute even further to the man's guilt. Instead, he just puts his glove back on and tucks his hand against his chest where his lung pangs.]
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[Were Dorian to ask, he'd say he owed him nothing. If anything, all of this was a repayment. He'd done much more for him. And as he's treated gently, tipped in and held by Snake, he closes his eyes tiredly. Kaz sways with the shared breath, and nearly tips over when his sturdy prop is gone. He has to right himself and struggle with those internal aches.]
Snake had... a little bit of trouble recently. He might not want to go to Savrii hospital yet. But I can go and get something to bring back.
[He's not worried about intermediaries this time for himself. There's no one to cast blame towards (the pot refuses to listen to the forgiveness he gives the kettle). He's just worried about being fixed. One beat more. Two beats more. Enough to control his ragged breaths, but with lungs considerably more empty than five minutes ago.] How is this for a game plan. I'll call some sort of transportation. Go to the hospital with Snake and he can wait around for me to leave. It shouldn't take long, it's not like [cough] some Earth hospital. Better than two trips and it'll let me get something out to him quicker.
[He places his fist to his lips.]
Dorian, do you have someone that can stay with you?
[Because he doesn't want him to stay alone. Not after all of that. It's crude to torture a man physically and emotionally and abandon him to his worries. And Nyx is the one here that knows anything about Dorian's work. He's thinking perhaps he can aid him. If he can't, it's not as if it would be a terrible inconvenience for either Kaz or Venom to give him some company.]
[He turns his right hand, removes his glove, and finally looks at the fingers there. Real fingers, flesh and blood. The first time he has time to consider.]
[They still feel dirty somehow. But it's not something he'll mention aloud, contribute even further to the man's guilt. Instead, he just puts his glove back on and tucks his hand against his chest where his lung pangs.]