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[promisedtime]

Who: Doumeki [talldarknsnarky and Watanuki [promisedtime]
What: Recovery log. Trying to sort out and deal with a couple of changes.
Where: Studio apartment 1. We figured it'd be more spacious for visitors + closer to where they were running from.
When: Some time after this log with the assumption that people are taking turns in watching Doumeki.

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[talldarknsnarky]

He'd fallen unconscious shortly after leaving the forest. The combination of the blood loss from the injury he'd sustained and the pain from swallowing Diva's blood, that felt like he had molten lead pumping through his veins instead of what little blood he had left had sapped his energy enough that he'd simply drifted out for a good long time

[promisedtime]

"Don't move," Watanuki told him when he realized that Doumeki was awake, ripping his gaze from the dot of red that appeared on Doumeki's bandages to look at his face. The other still appeared feverish, but there was something else.

For someone who was strong, Doumeki looked vulnerable.

"What do you need?"

[talldarknsnarky]

Doumeki settled slightly when Watanuki told him not to move, forcing his muscles to relax into the soft mattress. His hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks, too long from months of being too busy to go for a haircut, his mouth felt dry, and everything was aching. The moment he relaxed, his body started shaking involuntarily.

"Nngh." he murmured again, working his mouth slightly, then spoke softly, "Water."

[promisedtime]

Watanuki sat on the side of the bed and slipped an arm around Doumeki's shoulders, taking much care in lifting his upper body so the wound in his torso wouldn't be aggravated too much. Once he was an inch or two off the bed, Watanuki reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and let the rim touch Doumeki's lips.

"Tell me when to stop," he said, and let the water trickle into the other's mouth.

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[anonymous]

??.....steven

[ooc]

[promisedtime]

Oh dear. xD

Lol anon, who is steven?