no subject

[ Sypha nods, taking the needed items from the medicine cabinet. Before long, she’s managed to get everything that’s been asked from either there or other fragments of castle and she’s moved on to sterilising the instruments by running them between her very on fire fingers. Trevor groans. By the time he’s back on the table, he’s started to fall quiet. The fresh pain from falling off the table is kind of overpowering, taken in tandem with the bullet wound. He jostled it too much. ]

Thanks for giving me permission.

[ He’s worn down enough that that actually sounds sincere rather than sarcastic. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t last much longer before blanking out.