[ ... There is silence as he recognizes what is an attempt to heal him.
Heh.
Minato... at least he'd tried. Ryoji... manages to let go of his friend, wincing. Gamzee had run into him with his elbow earlier and somehow he'd either really bruised his ribs during the scuffle, or... he'd broken one of them. But the outer wounds were... beginning to stop bleeding, at least.
And he did feel somewhat better, physically. But... none of that was going to help him with the reality of things: Vriska was dead. Gone. For good.
... His throat still hurt, from nearly strangling to death. And the marks all remained. But... he could speak a little easier, at least. Breathing was still hard. ]
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Date: 2011-03-12 08:47 am (UTC)Heh.
Minato... at least he'd tried. Ryoji... manages to let go of his friend, wincing. Gamzee had run into him with his elbow earlier and somehow he'd either really bruised his ribs during the scuffle, or... he'd broken one of them. But the outer wounds were... beginning to stop bleeding, at least.
And he did feel somewhat better, physically. But... none of that was going to help him with the reality of things: Vriska was dead. Gone. For good.
... His throat still hurt, from nearly strangling to death. And the marks all remained. But... he could speak a little easier, at least. Breathing was still hard. ]
I... it's all my fault... I couldn't stop him.