[Huaisang wobbles to his feet, fingers still clutching Guangyao's sleeve until the last moment when he actually moves to step away from the bed. There's a part of him sure, so sure that if he leaves this room he'll come back to find Guangyao dead and drowned from his own mouthfuls of blood. There's another part of him that wants to be as far from the aura of unwell as he can be, before the memory of Mingjue's death and the immediacy of Guangyao's state become too much to bear together.
He presses his palms against his face, so that he might go find a cup of water without crying on a couple locals out in the hall.]
Huaisang will find san-ge what he needs, hold on, hold on-!
[And then he's out in a flash, to go beg for water to drink and some to clean, plus a towel or two. He stops in the hall first to get his bearings, to control his breathing, to push down the memory of Mingjue. To convince himself Guangyao will be fine alone in that little room, while he goes to get the water.
Give him, like, ten minutes? Maybe fifteen. It doesn't take that long to find water in any circumstances, particularly not in a place like this, but he has a little episode of crying on a helpful employee that wastes some time. He needs it, and when he returns to Guangyao with a bowl and a glass and some towels (all held by a helpful employee, Huaisang doesn't carry things, psh), his crying is well in hand.
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He presses his palms against his face, so that he might go find a cup of water without crying on a couple locals out in the hall.]
Huaisang will find san-ge what he needs, hold on, hold on-!
[And then he's out in a flash, to go beg for water to drink and some to clean, plus a towel or two. He stops in the hall first to get his bearings, to control his breathing, to push down the memory of Mingjue. To convince himself Guangyao will be fine alone in that little room, while he goes to get the water.
Give him, like, ten minutes? Maybe fifteen. It doesn't take that long to find water in any circumstances, particularly not in a place like this, but he has a little episode of crying on a helpful employee that wastes some time. He needs it, and when he returns to Guangyao with a bowl and a glass and some towels (all held by a helpful employee, Huaisang doesn't carry things, psh), his crying is well in hand.
Still alive, bud? Hey?]
San-ge, can you sit up?