[ Konstantin watches him move, sitting up very slowly, taking care not to move his body more than he has to. Some desperate little part of him almost wants to believe he has lost his mind — would it be better than the alternative? That what is happening to him is real? That something truly..... got into the craft?
Into him?]
Thank you.
[ He accepts the small cup politely and lifts it to his mouth, taking slow, cautious sips. It at first helps with the taste of blood and other things — bile, way deep down in his throat — though his stomach seems to shudder. His body knows something is deeply wrong, and before he can help it, he's suddenly gagging again, sputtering a mouthful of water, some dribbling down his chin and onto his clothing. Konstantin presses a hand quickly to his mouth, clamping it firm, voice muffled as he speaks, brow pinched in upset. The brief moment of recollecting himself — of being seen as Commander — is gone. ]
I'm sorry! I ca—
[ A violent dry-heave cuts off his own words, throat rolling with harsh movement as he leans over again, eyes wet from the abrupt pain of it. ]
no subject
Into him? ]
Thank you.
[ He accepts the small cup politely and lifts it to his mouth, taking slow, cautious sips. It at first helps with the taste of blood and other things — bile, way deep down in his throat — though his stomach seems to shudder. His body knows something is deeply wrong, and before he can help it, he's suddenly gagging again, sputtering a mouthful of water, some dribbling down his chin and onto his clothing. Konstantin presses a hand quickly to his mouth, clamping it firm, voice muffled as he speaks, brow pinched in upset. The brief moment of recollecting himself — of being seen as Commander — is gone. ]
I'm sorry! I ca—
[ A violent dry-heave cuts off his own words, throat rolling with harsh movement as he leans over again, eyes wet from the abrupt pain of it. ]