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ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ ( ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ ) ᴘᴏᴛᴛs ([personal profile] efficacy) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2017-09-28 09:57 pm (UTC)

[ Fun fact: "I've had much worse" while possibly true doesn't really help make Pepper feel any better. And trust her, she's pretty painfully aware how terrible Tony looks (sorry bae) at the moment, which is doing little to keep the cold sweat from breaking out over her brow and back. She opens her mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another shrill cry when Hawke suddenly doubles over and vomits freaking blood over the short-circuiting suit. ]

God!

[ Shaking off her fright, Pepper forces herself into moving despite the cold fist that's squeezing her heart, scooping Hawke's arm up and throwing it across her shoulders as she supports the other woman about the waist with her free arm though it makes pain bloom across her side. ]

Tony— [ It's thready and desperate, but he's already wobbling toward the garage/workshop. Pepper follows with Hawke, finding it hard to say whether the shortness of breath she's experiencing is due to rib damage or just her freaking the fuck out, albeit in a mostly contained manner. Gingerly, Hawke gets deposited in the backseat though the process isn't entirely simple and definitely not painless for anyone.

To Tony, she goes on like two minutes later even as she's already circling the car to take the driver's seat: ]


—Are you sure you'll be okay? [ Pointless question really because they can't not go asap, but she can't drive and help him!! ]

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