[backdated: a few hours after his last post] [rl] [Regulus + Rachel]

[treatinferiors]

[He's on a bed. He thinks it might be a bed. For a moment, a very long one, it felt like rocks sticking into his back. Sunlight might be getting in through the window. Might be something worse. So he keeps his eyes shut firmly. His hands are clenched in fists. Little half moons of nails digging into his palms. He breathes in and out, but it's so much more difficult going out than coming in.

But there are worse things. He's seeing most of them, his eyes shut tight. He doesn't want to know what he'll see when he opens them. Just in case there's no difference at all.]

Mother, mother, I'm sorry.

[That's what he says most often and most clearly.]

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sorry for the delay ;;

[treatinferiors]

[Sometimes he hears voices. And by sometimes, he means constantly. Some of them ring hollow or false. Most of them pinpoint accurate. Sometimes they are very familiar. Sometimes they're completely foreign. Sometimes it's only one voice at a time. Sometimes it's a chorus. There's one that's asking him to wake up, but he pushes it away, just in case waking makes all the voices inescapably loud.

He's so thirsty it hurts. But that's pain in the gut, which is so much different than pain in the head. He keeps muttering, sometimes shouting. Sometimes the words make sense. Sometimes they don't. It's hard to tell which are worse.]

Seems I'm just as guilty as you are! D:

[broadwaybound]

[She hates hearing him in pain, and not knowing how to help him is even more excruciating. She stays by his side, stroking his forehead and biting her lip as she keeps hold of his hand, her thumb running over the back of it, slow and gentle.] Regulus-- please? I've been so worried. Just-- anything.

[Most of the time he seems completely incoherent, but on rare occasion, words come through that she can make out. Most of them she doesn't really know that she wants to know, after all, but then occasionally something clear and even helpful will slip through. In this case, it's water, and she instantly reaches to her bedside table to bring a glass to his lips, turning his head onto the side as she attempts to pour, getting her sheets wet in the process.]