[And he hadn't been asking for favours from her, although with a blood borne virus, perhaps he should have thought it through. The feeling is strange, he'd like to stop and question her about it, but too late now. He just closes his eyes.]
[A trickle of blood winds its way down her nose and over her lips, and there's a thrum, like something's changing. She's sweating slightly, but it takes another few minutes before she slumps back in her chair, breathing. Her eyes stay black.]
Do you think I'd let you?
[She doesn't believe in that kind of debt when it comes to the people she cares about.]
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[And he hadn't been asking for favours from her, although with a blood borne virus, perhaps he should have thought it through. The feeling is strange, he'd like to stop and question her about it, but too late now. He just closes his eyes.]
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Do you think I'd let you?
[She doesn't believe in that kind of debt when it comes to the people she cares about.]
I'll do a workup and have you out in a few hours.
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[He shakes his head, turning away to reach for a tissue with an arm already less palsied.]
I don't.
[That wasn't him.]
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[Her eyes are slowly going back to normal and she reaches for the tissue]
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[Easily agreed.]
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