[ Once in his system, the tea gets to work, as foul-tasting as it is. It draws away a bit of the sharpness of the pain, leaving only a dull ache, bad enough in its own right but not quite as overwhelming. The hallucinations fade a bit more as well - his wobbly vision takes in Dark Cacao, retching, a puddle of spat-out, dark-looking liquid on the floor next to his perfectly intact leg. ]
Oh...
[ It's soft, and not so much a sound of recognition as it is a vague moan of discomfort, like a severely ill and weak child on the verge of throwing up. He feels like he could, even if there's a flicker in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to hold it all in. It's liquid, and his body needs it.
Even though his body is, at the same time, letting tears flow freely down his cheeks. Everything hurts, his head is throbbing, and his eyelids are slowly and steadily ignoring the commands to stay awake given by the lingering thread of adrenaline. They feel so heavy... ]
cw: mention of vomiting
Oh...
[ It's soft, and not so much a sound of recognition as it is a vague moan of discomfort, like a severely ill and weak child on the verge of throwing up. He feels like he could, even if there's a flicker in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to hold it all in. It's liquid, and his body needs it.
Even though his body is, at the same time, letting tears flow freely down his cheeks. Everything hurts, his head is throbbing, and his eyelids are slowly and steadily ignoring the commands to stay awake given by the lingering thread of adrenaline. They feel so heavy... ]