[ sorry that cyoas turn your brain into soup. still, she can see a bit of a projection thanks to the fog—an image of a medical station, of nehan coaxing a bullet out of a wound dispassionately. his underground doctor days.
but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]
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but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]