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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 21:33:54 GMT -5
Doom himself staggered a little in rising suddenly, seized with the deep alarm that Tybalt was going to have another fit. They'd grown much more infrequent with medication, but in here on a stone floor--
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 21:35:56 GMT -5
-- which was exactly what happened. Alcohol was, after all, not good for epilepsy.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 21:41:03 GMT -5
Doom was beginning to regret how poorly his medical knowledge extended to general practice.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 21:41:48 GMT -5
When he stopped seizing, even after he'd regained consciousness, he simply lay there groggily, not remembering immediately that he was in Doom's room.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 21:46:29 GMT -5
Doom knelt next to him, furious with regret but silent.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 21:50:08 GMT -5
This startled Tybalt enough that he sat up suddenly, sore and groggily and wide-eyed.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 21:59:07 GMT -5
"Don't stand up--"
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 22:03:33 GMT -5
"The floor is hard-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 22:17:31 GMT -5
"Then I'll carry you."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 22:19:37 GMT -5
He made a helpless noise.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 22:24:29 GMT -5
Lacking some of his usual confound it all! vocabulary in Italian, Doom merely fumed in silence.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 22:25:31 GMT -5
Tybalt tried to sit up and then stand on his own, but he was moving like a beached fish.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 14, 2012 23:20:54 GMT -5
"My company is poor for your health."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 14, 2012 23:56:04 GMT -5
"Everything is poor for my- my health-"
He was looking around in some startlement.
"We're still in your chambers, lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 15, 2012 9:19:35 GMT -5
"It seemed unhelpful to move you while you were yet unconscious."
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