[It takes only the mention of shock to get the wheels moving on a house call from the hospital. Myr assures them the door's open, clicks the watch off, and steps back into the bathroom.]
They're on their way, [he announces, dispassionate and unnecessary.
Then, duty discharged, he takes another step, and another, to the edge of the tub and his bleeding Witch. Finds himself suddenly on the floor, not entirely of his own volition, and reaches over to drag his bird-boned Bonded halfway onto his lap so he can apply firmer pressure on that wound with hands not weakened by blood loss.
So he can apply his face to L's shoulder, or neck, or whatever's convenient and solid enough to muffle the noises he's making--the awful stifled sobs of frustration and grief and rage all rolled together in one terrible whole.
That this surely isn't the first botched suicide with attendant mourner the healers will have seen... Doesn't much salve Myr's pride when they arrive.
But then his pride's damn far down his list of worries by that point.]
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They're on their way, [he announces, dispassionate and unnecessary.
Then, duty discharged, he takes another step, and another, to the edge of the tub and his bleeding Witch. Finds himself suddenly on the floor, not entirely of his own volition, and reaches over to drag his bird-boned Bonded halfway onto his lap so he can apply firmer pressure on that wound with hands not weakened by blood loss.
So he can apply his face to L's shoulder, or neck, or whatever's convenient and solid enough to muffle the noises he's making--the awful stifled sobs of frustration and grief and rage all rolled together in one terrible whole.
That this surely isn't the first botched suicide with attendant mourner the healers will have seen... Doesn't much salve Myr's pride when they arrive.
But then his pride's damn far down his list of worries by that point.]