[Never, in truth. Because there is death and there is accepting it, and then there is a nine day living nightmare with shrieks, noises that should never be, too much blood consumed, and a host of horrors that they will have to speak of together to heal in full. But that is not for right now.
For right now, Alucard is able to extract himself from the space that he has claimed as his, and get the cloth. There's a pile over with the medical supplies, and he does one better. He goes outside and fetches a bucket so Sypha can make water from her ice.
The bed I actually care about.
The words don't hit Alucard properly until he's back down on the floor, waiting for Sypha to get the ice not only melted but to a nice, warm temperature that will feel far better on skin than well, ice water. And there's finally a real smile on that stupid face of Alucard's, because it's the kind of shit he always latches onto.]
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[Never, in truth. Because there is death and there is accepting it, and then there is a nine day living nightmare with shrieks, noises that should never be, too much blood consumed, and a host of horrors that they will have to speak of together to heal in full. But that is not for right now.
For right now, Alucard is able to extract himself from the space that he has claimed as his, and get the cloth. There's a pile over with the medical supplies, and he does one better. He goes outside and fetches a bucket so Sypha can make water from her ice.
The bed I actually care about.
The words don't hit Alucard properly until he's back down on the floor, waiting for Sypha to get the ice not only melted but to a nice, warm temperature that will feel far better on skin than well, ice water. And there's finally a real smile on that stupid face of Alucard's, because it's the kind of shit he always latches onto.]