[Jin Guangyao doesn't dream while he's unconscious, which is probably a small mercy. There's plenty of nightmare fuel waiting in the archives of his memory as it is, but maybe his body and spirit are presently too busy devoting all available resources towards not dying, and so subjecting his unconscious mind to a greatest hits rendition of all his mistakes is not on the schedule tonight. It also means that one moment, he's collapsing to the ground outside the Red, and in the next, he's blinking his eyes around at the most ostentatious and sumptuous suite he's seen since his time in Jinlintai.
The frightening, bloodshot cast to his eyes has faded somewhat, but he's sweat-slick and pale-faced, and he feels sick from the quantity of his own blood he has swallowed. He struggles to catch his breath, but he does have the presence of mind to weakly drop a shaky hand onto Nie Huaisang's arm.]
...is Huaisang injured?
[His voice sounds hardly better than if he'd swallowed ground glass, but he has to ask, to be sure.]
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The frightening, bloodshot cast to his eyes has faded somewhat, but he's sweat-slick and pale-faced, and he feels sick from the quantity of his own blood he has swallowed. He struggles to catch his breath, but he does have the presence of mind to weakly drop a shaky hand onto Nie Huaisang's arm.]
...is Huaisang injured?
[His voice sounds hardly better than if he'd swallowed ground glass, but he has to ask, to be sure.]