I am certain... Dorothea can remove it, and heal me.
[Hubert was panting now, sweat beading at his forehead from the pain, but he was still shoving it down, trying to make it seem not as bad.
Still, he wanted to ask her about what felt worse, but then the elevator dinged open.
The two of them went inside, and sure enough, they were both fret over by Ferdinand and Dorothea. It had been long hours of healing them, of Dorothea removing the bullet, of Ferdinand making a soup for both of them to ingest.
Once it was done, once healed and they ate, Hubert took her to the shower. He turned on the faucet and pulled her into the water, and now they just held each other as the water ran down, skin to grimy skin, the water turning red from all the blood at the bottom of the shower.]
After this, we will crawl to bed... and rest, in darkness. And silence.
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[Hubert was panting now, sweat beading at his forehead from the pain, but he was still shoving it down, trying to make it seem not as bad.
Still, he wanted to ask her about what felt worse, but then the elevator dinged open.
The two of them went inside, and sure enough, they were both fret over by Ferdinand and Dorothea. It had been long hours of healing them, of Dorothea removing the bullet, of Ferdinand making a soup for both of them to ingest.
Once it was done, once healed and they ate, Hubert took her to the shower. He turned on the faucet and pulled her into the water, and now they just held each other as the water ran down, skin to grimy skin, the water turning red from all the blood at the bottom of the shower.]
After this, we will crawl to bed... and rest, in darkness. And silence.