[ Her breathing starts to even out - as much as it can in this stage of her condition, anyway - and the sound of her voice, marred as it is, is like music to his ears. The fit is passing, even as her blood slicks beneath his fingers and her choice of words drives a strangled, mirthless laugh from his throat.
She's not okay. Not even a little.
It's not until then that he starts to breathe again, realizes his whole body is trembling, and feels wet tears on his cheeks. Gods, what a pair the must look like now.
Not that he spares even a thought for his appearance, or for anything other than her comfort, and after a moment of just looking into her eyes, looking for her beyond the fog of illness, he plucks a smile from deep within himself before he pulls away, stepping to the bathroom to grab a washrag. It doesn't matter how many times he's done this - how many times they have to pick up the pieces of their lives and try to jigsaw them back together. He'd do it a million times and then some, just to ease her suffering for even a moment.
So he's back at her side a moment later, gently swabbing away the blood on her face and neck with the cool washrag, nothing but an everlasting patience in his eyes. ]
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She's not okay. Not even a little.
It's not until then that he starts to breathe again, realizes his whole body is trembling, and feels wet tears on his cheeks. Gods, what a pair the must look like now.
Not that he spares even a thought for his appearance, or for anything other than her comfort, and after a moment of just looking into her eyes, looking for her beyond the fog of illness, he plucks a smile from deep within himself before he pulls away, stepping to the bathroom to grab a washrag. It doesn't matter how many times he's done this - how many times they have to pick up the pieces of their lives and try to jigsaw them back together. He'd do it a million times and then some, just to ease her suffering for even a moment.
So he's back at her side a moment later, gently swabbing away the blood on her face and neck with the cool washrag, nothing but an everlasting patience in his eyes. ]