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[ It's pain on a level Cheol-gang's never experienced—like his core's been pierced by a massive beam of steel rebar, like someone's filled the affected kidney with loose razor blades. It's hard to draw in a full breath. It's hard to think, to talk, to move, even though pacing is the only thing that eases even a modicum of the pain. He's warm and cold at the same time, sweating and shivering, mouth still sour after the latest fit of vomiting no matter how many times he rinses it.
He doesn't understand how—or when—this happened, or why it's happening, though before the misery reached a level at which most of his thoughts were occupied by not screaming it did occur to him that he doesn't know anything about his own family medical history, as the doctor worded it.
Javert's been here since the start of it, since they showed up at the hospital and these incompetent ghouls started running all manner of tests and breaching his personal space and handling him like a doll as opposed to a grown man. It's comforting. Javert's not going to let them take advantage, and he's built in a way that's intimidating to most, which helps further. On that note.
Cheol-gang scoots toward the edge of the hospital bed, until the bedrail lightly presses into his side, then looks up at the man sitting tense in the synthetic leather chair a few feet away. ]
There's enough room for you here.
[ He can't make the pain stop or expedite the apparently critical surgery they're now waiting for, but there's something comforting to his presence, to feeling him there and knowing he's at least not alone in dealing with this new dimension of hell. ]
He doesn't understand how—or when—this happened, or why it's happening, though before the misery reached a level at which most of his thoughts were occupied by not screaming it did occur to him that he doesn't know anything about his own family medical history, as the doctor worded it.
Javert's been here since the start of it, since they showed up at the hospital and these incompetent ghouls started running all manner of tests and breaching his personal space and handling him like a doll as opposed to a grown man. It's comforting. Javert's not going to let them take advantage, and he's built in a way that's intimidating to most, which helps further. On that note.
Cheol-gang scoots toward the edge of the hospital bed, until the bedrail lightly presses into his side, then looks up at the man sitting tense in the synthetic leather chair a few feet away. ]
There's enough room for you here.
[ He can't make the pain stop or expedite the apparently critical surgery they're now waiting for, but there's something comforting to his presence, to feeling him there and knowing he's at least not alone in dealing with this new dimension of hell. ]