[ Maybe it's helpful, but it still causes Arcade to pause, jerked to a startled, mortified halt, when Jayce stops breathing altogether. It's more reflex than reality that drives the freeze. When this happens with living patients, it's cause for panic. Quick thinking. Changing tact on the fly and hoping for a miracle.
Here, it's... Well, still enough to put the acrid taste of brief, unexpected terror in his mouth. But Jayce isn't dying. Jayce is already well past the point of dying. And Arcade has to remind himself that he really can't make it any worse unless he lets it get even further out of hand before he can start moving again. ]
Okay. That should do it. [ His voice sounds deceptively light, even to his own ears, as he ties off the bandaging, some long seconds later. The cloth is already stained with that poisonous ichor, but nothing more is spilling out, at least. Maybe. Moving him is going to be another matter, entirely. But one catastrophe at a time. ] Are you— Ah, how do you feel?
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Here, it's... Well, still enough to put the acrid taste of brief, unexpected terror in his mouth. But Jayce isn't dying. Jayce is already well past the point of dying. And Arcade has to remind himself that he really can't make it any worse unless he lets it get even further out of hand before he can start moving again. ]
Okay. That should do it. [ His voice sounds deceptively light, even to his own ears, as he ties off the bandaging, some long seconds later. The cloth is already stained with that poisonous ichor, but nothing more is spilling out, at least. Maybe. Moving him is going to be another matter, entirely. But one catastrophe at a time. ] Are you— Ah, how do you feel?