[There's a soft sniffle, and the clanking of something metal against a porcelain surface. Cecil's breathing is shaky and soft, but still sturdy.]

I'm still looking.

[He sighs softly, and something harder and denser, like a rock, hits the same surface.]

Kaye, is there a first aid kit anywhere? And maybe another towel? Mine's all bloody.And ( Read more... )

[There's silence for a few seconds, before he finally sighs loudly.]

That was not fair one bit.