[ thread it shut. maybe. but they're out here instead of in a skinny hospital wing and a meager amount of supplies as is. jayce's unfocused eyes crease before he's snapped and forced to stare at arcade instead, mouthing a quiet no or oh that is lost in how heavy the unneccessary breath out is. he doesn't need to breathe. it's only his brain, rattled, making it harder on him.
he holds a breath and nods, with his voice out in a wobbling crack and bloody hands squeezing for an anchor. ]
—I'm looking. [ not down. don't look down again. and not at the ugly squelch that makes his ear twitch. makes his dead stomach still turn inside out. ] Y-your the Doctor. You know— what to do.
[ jayce has no say in anything. he's the dead guy. ]
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he holds a breath and nods, with his voice out in a wobbling crack and bloody hands squeezing for an anchor. ]
—I'm looking. [ not down. don't look down again. and not at the ugly squelch that makes his ear twitch. makes his dead stomach still turn inside out. ] Y-your the Doctor. You know— what to do.
[ jayce has no say in anything. he's the dead guy. ]