I suppose it worked. [he murmurs, and this time when he coughs blood splatters messily onto the bedsheets. it's far more than it should be, dream logic twisting the sensation of his real life bloody coughing fits into what they viscerally feel like.
he grits his teeth and swings his legs over the side of the bed, wiping at the blood on his lips.]
What do you mean? This... it seems like a dream. Are we not alone?
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he grits his teeth and swings his legs over the side of the bed, wiping at the blood on his lips.]
What do you mean? This... it seems like a dream. Are we not alone?