[Relief takes the place of color on Takasugi's face. It's a glimmer, a thought that dissipates with his next shattered sigh of breath. Severity returns, then, eyebrows defaulting to a countenance of being perpetually annoyed.
There's hardly any weight to them. He doesn't feel pain so much as he feels numb - a sign of severe loss. If he needed to, Takasugi would stand again. And again, and again.
But he's in the hands of a doctor, now, not a monster.
And he can't manage to pinpoint how he feels about that.
Eye shut when Solomon returns, it only drifts open when his head is shifted to the pillow. Rolled back, consciousness ebbing in and out. He's aware enough of what's happening to him; his injuries are being assessed, treated. With practiced hands, rather than a monster's tongue lapping the wounds.
He can't gather enough breath to utter anything, but he does move his good arm. A slight shift, only enough to press his curled knuckles into Solomon's leg. To know when the man leaves him, should his eyelid fall heavy once again.]
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There's hardly any weight to them. He doesn't feel pain so much as he feels numb - a sign of severe loss. If he needed to, Takasugi would stand again. And again, and again.
But he's in the hands of a doctor, now, not a monster.
And he can't manage to pinpoint how he feels about that.
Eye shut when Solomon returns, it only drifts open when his head is shifted to the pillow. Rolled back, consciousness ebbing in and out. He's aware enough of what's happening to him; his injuries are being assessed, treated. With practiced hands, rather than a monster's tongue lapping the wounds.
He can't gather enough breath to utter anything, but he does move his good arm. A slight shift, only enough to press his curled knuckles into Solomon's leg. To know when the man leaves him, should his eyelid fall heavy once again.]