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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the infirmary office, sleeping on his pile of paperwork.

He's a light sleeper, so he'll wake if anyone comes in.

[ooc: Placeholder for Will and Doc: can be edited if required]

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[docscurlock]

Doc doesn't speak until they reach the hallway, but once they do, he turns to Will, eyebrow raised and a confused expression painting his features, mixing with the hints of discomfort from pain.

"...jus' what'd she mean by buried me, anyway," he hisses, keeping his voice down.

[will_scarlett]

Will keeps him moving towards the infirmary since he's not quite ready to answer that question,

"Ye'd lost a door for ten years an came back in. Ramon shot ye an ye died in Colorado with Kate, she buried ye. 'eld yer wake last week."

[docscurlock]

"Ten years--"

His voice falters and dies off.

Ramon shot you.
And you died.
In Colorado.
With Kate.

And she buried you.

His throat feels like he's just ridden through the Mojave in mid-July, tongue made of lead and unable to form words.

Held your wake last week.

She buried you.

"...Jesus Almighty."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye."

Will moves Doc towards a bed and collapses into a chair, he's not sure what to say.