17.Jun.22, 05:56 PM
“Benden… sucks,” Orgailian managed to gasp out the words though the effort hurt and took far too long for the second word to come. It took even longer for his eyes to open as that was a lengthy battle that he nearly lost. But seeing family, even for brief moments of time, seemed to help him. It also encouraged them to keep talking and he liked that. Their voices drowned out his laborious breathing that was both driving him insane and reminding him of how weak he was. As if his body shutting down wasn’t doing that enough on its own.
Last he was conscious, he weakly shooed his siblings away, urging them to get some sleep. A’tay pulled the stubborn card first and insisted on staying while sending the others off but considering he hadn’t responded to K’dar, Orgailian had to assume he was either asleep in a chair behind him or stretching his legs for one reason or another. Hard to say given he didn’t know what time was in general now let alone having an idea when A’tay would send a letter.
How long ago had it been since he was being told to focus on wiggling his toes and move his fingers? Now that was about all the fun he could have while being encouraged to stay on his side—which was fine by him given how much he wanted to curl up in a ball and wish the pain away. It hadn’t worked yet but he’d keep trying. He really wished they hadn’t taken his rings off so he could at least fiddle with them. Mylorah’s theory was maybe the poison would make him swell and that was all he needed—dying while puffy. Attractive.
“I’m the… ass,” Orgailian gave a weak smile and didn’t quite realise he was answering what K’dar had been rambling out of order as his brain slowly latched onto words and deciphered them for attempts at replies. He knew how the bronzerider could come across but Orgailian still thought he had him beat but didn’t feel like giving examples. Besides, trying to make K’dar feel better about an outburst he wasn’t even conscious for was counterproductive and made him look nice.
“So much blood,” he whispered with his eyes falling closed again. He was still awake but his eyes needed a break. It didn’t matter if they were open or not anyway when it came to remembering the attack. It would haunt him forever. But he wished he could tilt the memory so he could see the person that attacked them. “A man,” he added with a wince as swallowing started to hurt again. Was that from the poison attacking the area or from vomiting too much? Probably both because his luck was long ago used up.
Last he was conscious, he weakly shooed his siblings away, urging them to get some sleep. A’tay pulled the stubborn card first and insisted on staying while sending the others off but considering he hadn’t responded to K’dar, Orgailian had to assume he was either asleep in a chair behind him or stretching his legs for one reason or another. Hard to say given he didn’t know what time was in general now let alone having an idea when A’tay would send a letter.
How long ago had it been since he was being told to focus on wiggling his toes and move his fingers? Now that was about all the fun he could have while being encouraged to stay on his side—which was fine by him given how much he wanted to curl up in a ball and wish the pain away. It hadn’t worked yet but he’d keep trying. He really wished they hadn’t taken his rings off so he could at least fiddle with them. Mylorah’s theory was maybe the poison would make him swell and that was all he needed—dying while puffy. Attractive.
“I’m the… ass,” Orgailian gave a weak smile and didn’t quite realise he was answering what K’dar had been rambling out of order as his brain slowly latched onto words and deciphered them for attempts at replies. He knew how the bronzerider could come across but Orgailian still thought he had him beat but didn’t feel like giving examples. Besides, trying to make K’dar feel better about an outburst he wasn’t even conscious for was counterproductive and made him look nice.
“So much blood,” he whispered with his eyes falling closed again. He was still awake but his eyes needed a break. It didn’t matter if they were open or not anyway when it came to remembering the attack. It would haunt him forever. But he wished he could tilt the memory so he could see the person that attacked them. “A man,” he added with a wince as swallowing started to hurt again. Was that from the poison attacking the area or from vomiting too much? Probably both because his luck was long ago used up.