Worse than I've had recently. Usually- Usually I have the good sense not to land on my head.
[ He grumbles a little at being moved around. He was sitting down already! Uncomfortably and in a precarious position and liable to slide ungracefully down the steps, but sitting down. ]
'm fine. [ There's a slight slur to his speech there, but he frowns and corrects it. This is too much like drunkenness for comfort. ] I'm fine. I'll just have a bastard of a headache tomorrow. Are you- [ he can feel Sypha's glare on him. ] -feeling less shit?
[That had not been a good noise. But Trevor's sitting at least, and Alucard's going to take that victory for what it is. The sudden slur, however, gets pursed lips and a very uneasy noise. Fuck. Fuck, and in a place where they need to be alert.]
We may be best off staying in the kitchen tonight. If that dizziness hasn't lifted, I don't like the idea of going deeper into this place and dealing with something happening in the middle of the night with no easy escape route.
[This he can focus on. Everything else is just. It's fine.]
[Alucard catches Sypha's eye over Trevor's shoulder. He nods once, the universal this is actually really bad sign. Then Sypha's off into one of the trunks, because of course they packed a book of medical notes. Alucard compiled them early on, meant to take care of these exact troubles for when the two were on the road.]
This isn't fussing.
[But Alucard does sit, and he puts his arm over Trevor's to prevent the man from putting his head there.]
This is, in fact, fussing. I'm a fucking Belmont, I'm not going to get done in by a door.
[ He puts his head on Alucard's arm instead. This is, in fact, becoming a problem. In the immediate aftermath, fueled by adrenaline as he was, it had just been a little dizziness, but on the walk back from Mathias' study he could barely keep himself upright. ]
We don't have to go back in there, now we know what it is.
You're not going to be done in by the door, you're going to be done in by a head injury and--
[Well, Sypha's found it. A concussion, which makes total sense and brings a wearier look to Alucard's face than there already is. He sighs, the talk of going back into anywhere no longer as important as looking after this is.]
We're sticking in here for the rest of the day. You're staying seated and alert until we give the say so, because the damage is harder to assess since it's an internal matter.
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[ He grumbles a little at being moved around. He was sitting down already! Uncomfortably and in a precarious position and liable to slide ungracefully down the steps, but sitting down. ]
'm fine. [ There's a slight slur to his speech there, but he frowns and corrects it. This is too much like drunkenness for comfort. ] I'm fine. I'll just have a bastard of a headache tomorrow. Are you- [ he can feel Sypha's glare on him. ] -feeling less shit?
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[That had not been a good noise. But Trevor's sitting at least, and Alucard's going to take that victory for what it is. The sudden slur, however, gets pursed lips and a very uneasy noise. Fuck. Fuck, and in a place where they need to be alert.]
We may be best off staying in the kitchen tonight. If that dizziness hasn't lifted, I don't like the idea of going deeper into this place and dealing with something happening in the middle of the night with no easy escape route.
[This he can focus on. Everything else is just. It's fine.]
Yes.
[He's about as less shit as it can be.]
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[ He says this, but he's making his arms into a makeshift pillow and resting his head against them to keep the room in the right order. ]
If you must fuss, at least sit with me for it.
[ So that he can fuss back. It's only fair. ]
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This isn't fussing.
[But Alucard does sit, and he puts his arm over Trevor's to prevent the man from putting his head there.]
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[ He puts his head on Alucard's arm instead. This is, in fact, becoming a problem. In the immediate aftermath, fueled by adrenaline as he was, it had just been a little dizziness, but on the walk back from Mathias' study he could barely keep himself upright. ]
We don't have to go back in there, now we know what it is.
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[Well, Sypha's found it. A concussion, which makes total sense and brings a wearier look to Alucard's face than there already is. He sighs, the talk of going back into anywhere no longer as important as looking after this is.]
We're sticking in here for the rest of the day. You're staying seated and alert until we give the say so, because the damage is harder to assess since it's an internal matter.