They were speechless so totally shocked
WHO: Brad Crawford, Schuldig, Utena, Lust
WHAT: Preparations... and character death
WHERE: House's house, in the room Brad commandeered for himself, then at the marketplace.
WHEN: 213, dusk
When Crawford slowly came to, a dull ache between his eyes, he felt something soft against his face. When Crawford opened his eyes, he saw red.
He blinked.
And the events of that afternoon came rushing back.
"Shit."
He had slumped against Schuldig and fallen asleep... Schuldig had been in pain, he needed to be fixed fast, and as a result he had allowed them to sleep with their thoughts entwined. He couldn't really tell if the headache he felt was his or Schuldig's, but it was irrelevant, because, no matter whose it was, he still felt it.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose didn't help much.
There was no need to be a prescient to know it was a futile gesture.
He let go of Schuldig's arm and checked his watch. As always, he had woken up right on time. He pushed himself to a sitting position, raking a hand through his disheveled hair and smoothing the front of his black dress shirt.
Once he decided he was presentable, he barked out: "Schuldig, it's time, wake up!"
WHAT: Preparations... and character death
WHERE: House's house, in the room Brad commandeered for himself, then at the marketplace.
WHEN: 213, dusk
When Crawford slowly came to, a dull ache between his eyes, he felt something soft against his face. When Crawford opened his eyes, he saw red.
He blinked.
And the events of that afternoon came rushing back.
"Shit."
He had slumped against Schuldig and fallen asleep... Schuldig had been in pain, he needed to be fixed fast, and as a result he had allowed them to sleep with their thoughts entwined. He couldn't really tell if the headache he felt was his or Schuldig's, but it was irrelevant, because, no matter whose it was, he still felt it.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose didn't help much.
There was no need to be a prescient to know it was a futile gesture.
He let go of Schuldig's arm and checked his watch. As always, he had woken up right on time. He pushed himself to a sitting position, raking a hand through his disheveled hair and smoothing the front of his black dress shirt.
Once he decided he was presentable, he barked out: "Schuldig, it's time, wake up!"