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[worse_on_friday]

When Mayko reached for his arm, Gus took her hand, with the hand he hadn't been using to catch blood from his nose and drew her out of the room with him, stumbling slightly. He needed a doctor. He needed to not be in this room just now.

Once out in the corridor, his hand still in Mayko's, Gus sagged against the wall, his hand up to, but not quite touching, his bleeding nose.

"Jesus."