"Faye? What happened?" Now he's very concerned: this isn't like her at all. "Did you fall? Hit your head?" Reaching over, he rests two fingers on the pulse point on her wrist. There's a brief moment of not-quite-jealousy over how strong and vibrant hers is compared to his
(dead)
but that's not important right now. He just wants to know if she's doing okay. "Do I need to get you to one of the doctors?" He's not sure he knows any. Yuna can do a little bit of healing work, but maybe what she does can't apply here. Still, there has to be something he can do: he might be dead, but he's not helpless. He's never been helpless.
"You're not just joking, are you?" It's his last hope before he starts to actually panic.
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:10 am (UTC)"Faye? What happened?" Now he's very concerned: this isn't like her at all. "Did you fall? Hit your head?" Reaching over, he rests two fingers on the pulse point on her wrist. There's a brief moment of not-quite-jealousy over how strong and vibrant hers is compared to his
(dead)
but that's not important right now. He just wants to know if she's doing okay. "Do I need to get you to one of the doctors?" He's not sure he knows any. Yuna can do a little bit of healing work, but maybe what she does can't apply here. Still, there has to be something he can do: he might be dead, but he's not helpless. He's never been helpless.
"You're not just joking, are you?" It's his last hope before he starts to actually panic.