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Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] cointosser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-10-09 02:43 am (UTC)

[He distantly knows Sam does not speak particularly fast, but it takes all his effort to focus on the words. With time, they're becoming more clear, but... he's also beginning to feel the pain again.

Right. Sam's place. Sam is here. And he -- was not here a moment ago.

Jaskier curses, trying to sit up. His fingers curl at the question.]
Yes.

[He can't even sit up. And now that he is beginning to understand things, to gather that he is injured, that he stinks of blood, that the pain is creeping up his shoulders and into his head, he is also beginning to panic. Tears spring to his eyes as he tries to sit up again and finds he can barely lift his head.]

What happened? I -- [His heart is beating so hard all of a sudden, he can feel it jumping against his chest.] It's not her fault. You have to tell her, it wasn't her fault. [Among everything else, that is the most important thing.] She was crying, but I know it wasn't.

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