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[ As painful and exhausting as Daniel's movements are, even to speak, it clocks in for Robby what it is the older man wants from him. And he's more than agreeable once he knows, the 'closer' not as necessary as the push to his back--he's scooting in compliance, until their bodies are close and touching, and Mister LaRusso is the shape of his head in Robby's vision and the dark of the night.

He's not sure if he's ever been quite this close before to Mister LaRusso, and if he wasn't a head full of burning cotton buds that was pretty sure his bed partner wasn't going to die any second, Robby might have some thoughts about this. But his thoughts are instead on that latter fact, Mister LaRusso's comfort, and perhaps he remembers something or other about a temperature when he touches the man's face again, fingers brushing from his jaw to cheek; or maybe he's just in his own little world.

It's somewhere in-between--a near-death that still seems possible, a reason he needs to give to make him stay. Mister LaRusso's body limp on the hard ground, never stirring, never coming to-- ]

I love you, [ Robby mumbles, a miserable thing. Love is never enough to make anyone stay, but maybe it helps, he thinks. Maybe it can do some good, he hopes.

And it's all he has to give, nothing else in his throat, when all the worries and fears he could voice are spoken in those three words alone, and succinctly. ]

[ There's relief in finally feeling Robby move closer, pressed against him - safe. Sure, there's no immediate threat right here, the Mob situation apparently having ended well according to Robby's words, but the idea that he has to keep Robby safe is still much too strong in Daniel's head after it having been his last thought before he passed out. And while he still isn't strong enough to start thinking more properly again, he just functions on it, even now, as if by instinct.

Besides, maybe the threat he's keeping Robby safe from is just his possible fever. A fever that should at least not get worse as long as Daniel can cool the other down like this. Robby in his arm(s), a body pressed against his own.

He's so lost in the thought that he doesn't even process what more is happening until he suddenly feels a touch on his own face, only realising it must be Robby's fingers a moment or two after he starts feeling it. He just silently allows the touch, perhaps also finding some comfort himself in having someone close after all of that. Daniel hadn't been sure either whether he'd really make it when he moved to shield Robby - but here he is, alive, with Robby alive right next to him.

.. saying those small little words they've exchanged before. So sweetly, despite the tone. Like a reassurance - like a gift. ]

Love you too. [ Daniel mumbles it back without hesitation, despite his own weak tone, despite the fact his eyes have now fallen shut, too tired to keep them open.

Of course he loves Robby. Why else would he have risked his life for the boy without a single shred of hesitation? Robby is his boy, his son. Trench is an awful, terrifying place, but Daniel knows he'd weather it a thousand times over for the boy.

His hand blindly travels up to the back of Robby's head. It almost seems like he might go for his usual affectionate gesture at Robby's neck, but instead it goes up higher, and then moves to move Robby's head forward, pressing it against Daniel's shoulder.

If Robby really does have a fever, he needs something cool against his forehead too.

(Thankfully he's too out of it, too tired, to wince at the fact that even this is a little painful.) ]

.. 'm here with you.

[ ...maybe the words aren't enough.

They aren't enough, not alone, when Mister LaRusso reciprocates them. Robby wants to follow them up, recreate the last time he said as much to Mister LaRusso but in reverse; find somewhere close he can reach and leave the man a kiss and know--even in this heat-fuelled state--that he'll never get his true meaning. But he can be greedy, he can show the affection he wants to offer; and it seems so easy, so simple in this moment, to do without shame.

Isn't this what he's wanted to give Mister LaRusso? Comfort, companionship. Robby could make him feel comforted, because what else can he offer him in this haze?

But Robby doesn't get the chance to. Mister LaRusso acts first, though Robby had started the effort of raising his weight by his arm trapped against the bed; but he's pulled closer to the body next to him, and now Robby can't see a face at all. A cold wafts against his nose and cheeks, and Robby lets his free hand rest down on the line of Mister LaRusso's shoulder, keeping there.

If this was that any other day, he might feel offended to have his opportunity lost. Instead, Robby's disgruntlement lasts for a few seconds at most before he buries his forehead against that inner shoulder, the cool touch, and tries to lock himself in closer by hooking his arm and hand around Mister LaRusso's back. Except it's not very comfortable, a strain his limbs don't approve of, and Robby has to relax.

But this is fine too, Robby reasons; as long as he repeats in his head like a prayer for Mister LaRusso to not fall asleep, then nothing bad can happen. That's how this goes.

Someone has to believe in miracles, of wishes coming true, and he will. ]

[ At first Daniel is still awake. First because he clumsily attempts to draw the blanket over them both - he mostly manages - since even if Robby needs to cool down right now, he can't run the risk of the boy falling asleep without covers and having too much of an extreme hot-cold contrast going on here. Then he shifts to allow for Robby's hold on him to be a bit more comfortable, while at the same time making sure to keep Robby close to his own body..

.. and it's only then that he can be reassured. Not fully, but.. Robby is a little bit safer, and maybe that's all Daniel can do for now. He's fulfilled his duty, and that's making the fight to keep his consciousness a whole lot harder.

Especially since it's like there's a voice calling to him. A voice who also spoke to him the last time he had this much pain, when he was much younger and lying on a stretcher in the locker room of a karate tournament. When mister Miyagi hovered over him, telling him there was no need to fight anymore.

Just like the Daniel back then, the Daniel of now feels like he ought to be fighting though, like he has to do what's right, but..

.. sometimes even fighting against yourself, your own body, is a losing battle.

His eyes were already closed, but the man slowly drifts off more and more, until he's fully asleep, his breath soft but steady, his hand still holding Robby as well as he can with his extremely painful back.

There's a sign of life, at least, though. Daniel's Omen disappeared the moment the man had gone down out there, but now it finally manifests again. First just a whisp of smoke, but then the Omen, still in its larger form, takes shape right on top of the bed, settling down on the blankets. It doesn't carry the weight a creature of its size should, since it'd just be painful for the two men the shisa is currently draped over, but instead the weight is more comfortable than that. Reassuring - like a weighted blanket.

Daniel may be asleep, but the shisa is awake, and if Robby is awake for a few moments more, he may spot the creature's eyes watching him in his haze, surrounded by the dark. ]

[ Sleep is an impossible thing to deny. As frantic as Robby had been in his efforts to wake Mister LaRusso from it, there's some comfort in how the two of them are now, some confidence he can feign that things will be better than he thought; because neither his thoughts before waking, nor his thoughts now need to make much sense. Only as long as Mister LaRusso fine--as long as he's safe, that's what's important.

And he feels like that, against him. Closer to him than he had been previous.

Whether Robby noticed the omen won't matter. Tucked in close to Mister LaRusso, it takes a while for him to stir again once he drifts off. His dreams are a hazier type of reality, his sleep both uncomfortable, but continuing on and off without much notice. Robby doesn't remember when he wakes, if he does, until sunrise has long since come and gone.

It's not light that wakes him, but simply his body telling him its time. A new and different kind of exhaustion greeting him as he does come to, a lethargy from limbs unused. There's a cool pack on his forehead, or so he thinks, but it doesn't follow Robby as he tilts his head up, breaking the darkness obscuring his vision, and sees--

Mister LaRusso, eyes closed, quiet as the dead. Robby's been here before, remembers (the man's weight pressed down on him, the darkness, the inability to move, Mister LaRusso--?), and there's a panic that takes a hold of his heart as Robby tries to take a hold of the man's arm to lightly shake. Hurriedly, urgently: ] M-Mister LaRusso?

[ Now would be a good time to notice an omen so one boy doesn't panic wake an injured old man. :( ]

[ Fortunately for Robby - or more directly, fortunately for Daniel - he doesn't seem to wake up as easily this time. The last time the other had stirred him Daniel had been relatively close to consciousness for the first time in a while, but after drifting off into sleep again, his mind is a little further away again, the sleep a little deeper.

And since Robby isn't full on jostling him yet, the shake of his arm doesn't seem to make the man stir.

(Let alone startle - which surely wouldn't be good for a person with a broken back.)

Then again, it's not like Robby couldn't resort to doing more out of worry here. It's the Omen, actually awake, that seems to realise this. Enough for the shisa to raise his head from where he was curled up on top of the bed, staring over in the boy's direction. ]

Robby.

[ Robby's own Omen may sound like him, just distorted in a very odd way, Daniel's Omen sounds nothing like the man. The shisa's voice is lower, much like the time Robby heard it back during the dojo's opening day.

.. though a little less imposing, perhaps, since it's not trying to make itself audible to an entire crowd of struggling people right now. It makes its tone a little less heavy, though there's still some serious calm to it. ]

He is fine. He is just sleeping.

[ The shisa continues to stare at the boy - unblinking, but not unkindly. ]

[ His name spoken startles him, and in an unknown tone. Someone else must be in the room, Mister Toguchi? --but when Robby's head snaps to attention, his wide eyes find Mister LaRusso's omen in its full form. One that should maybe be surprising, startling itself (where had it gone before--?), but Robby's dealing with his own panicked heart, looking back at Mister LaRusso with that reassurance given. Lowering his own hurried breathing, just so he can hear the man's more steadied breath...

It's a painful kind of relief. He wants to squeeze the shoulder he's holding, but lowers his hand away instead; ignores the way the slight weight feels on him, tries not to make the comparisons. Listening to the sound of Mister LaRusso in sleep helps, his own limbs still sluggish, heavy, and stubbornly ignored. ]

...He nearly died, [ Robby speaks, voice low. Glancing afterwards at the omen, his tone raising. ] --will he be okay? Does he need special help?

[ Magic? Some other supernatural aid? ]

He will heal as long as he rests. [ Sure, it won't happen quickly - but the Omen can tell this much about the other man's state. A Sleeper's body is able to take these sorts of blows better than a human body, after all, even if it might still reduce them to this state.

The shisa's gaze shifts to the sleeping man for a moment, growing silent as if he's observing Daniel, but then moves back to Robby again. ]

.. He is in a lot of pain.

[ It's the sort of thing Daniel would never tell Robby himself. The shisa is aware of that much, but it isn't stopping him from telling Robby that. In fact, it only encourages him - because the Omen thinks it's important for the boy to have all the information here, even if it's painful. It could help him make better decisions.

Besides, if the shisa is busy digging around in Daniel's feelings anyway, he might as well add: ]

But also grateful for your presence.

[ All the past few months have been for Robby is feeling on the verge of tears, and this, the simple remark that Mister LaRusso is grateful for his presence, that really doesn't matter much--Robby wants to bury himself against the man and give him his all, if that's what he wants. He nearly died. Robby thought he died. He thought he was dead.

He bites his lower lip instead, sucks and chews on it and he lets the emotion roll over him, glancing at the sleeping face. ]

I'll help him, [ he says like a promise, gaze returning to the omen. A sad twist of his lips. ] He's always helping me. All I want is to help him.

[ He speaks the admissions slowly, space between each one. It's all he wants, now and before this day--isn't that the one thing he knows is true? Whatever Mister LaRusso wants, he'll give. And he'll figure something out for the pain, too. He should have some of Melius's potions still on him, maybe in the hallway. ]

[ The Omen stares right back at Robby. Calmly - almost like he's observing the way the boy looks right now before speaking up again. ]

You are helping him. Always. [ The shisa says it with such a neutral tone that the creature manages to make it sound like an objective fact. It's not like it's hard to know when he can peer straight into Daniel's heart.

.. and maybe a little into Robby's heart too, being more perceptive than Daniel himself, though the Omen seems careful to not mention anything about that so directly. ]

He protected you because you are important to him. Daniel needs you. Do not ever doubt your importance to him. Sometimes the head forgets what the heart remembers.

[ The Omen grows silent for a moment, but after sounding so deep, it leans its head back down, as if to rest. ]

You should rest. You are not recovered yet, but you will both be fine if you sleep. I will watch over you.

[ Robby seems reluctant to heed the words to rest, mouth pressed uncertainly, his gaze restless. There's something more he feels he should do, more he wants to; to put a magical fix to all this, that cure that one always wishes to come in distressing times to fix the anxiety pulling a person down. Robby doesn't want sleep, he wants Mister LaRusso to be better, now, even if sleep will bring that fix.

And he knows that. Because he concedes to the omen's suggestion, to no delight. A brain that doesn't want to know if it can keep sleeping, or to put the effort into finding out. Robby's gaze never rises too far up Mister LaRusso's body, never seeing his full face; it's just his breathing he pays the most attention to, heart lodged somewhere in his throat.

He does fall asleep. Stays sleeping, despite the mind that would want to wake to anything unusual, or if Mister LaRusso were to awake. But his body is more exhausted, more tired than his mind can properly function to comprehend.

Give him some time. ]

[ The next time anything at all stirs between the two of them, much later, hours passing without any regard as to the time of day - it's Daniel.

Sure, he fell back into a really deep sleep after briefly having woken up that first time, but now he's finally and slowly awakening from it. Still not really feeling any better, since his body still feels like lead, like he couldn't move it even if he tried, yet with a persistant sharp piercing pain right in his back.

It's miserable, but it's the weight in his arms that keeps Daniel from making any sound about it. Instead all he lets out is a painful breath as he tries to control it somehow. Remember what mister Miyagi said. Breathe, just-- just breathe. Return to balance.

(Balance ends up being a surprisingly difficult thing to get when your entire body just hurts.)

So after a few moments of not quite managing to do much about it, Daniel instead tries to shift his attention. Having Robby in his arms in bed like this ought to be surprising, but memories of his brief moment awake do quickly return to the man, even if they're half-hazy. He remembers being worried about Robby. Before he ever blacked out in the first place, sure, before that debris hit him - but also after that, in that brief moment of waking.

Daniel stills his own breath for long enough to be able to hear Robby's instead. It's a little slower than before - if he remembers clearly, anyway. The hand that was holding onto the back of Robby's head shifts to touch his forehead instead, but of course Daniel still can't feel temperature.

He can only hope the boy is doing better now.

The man turns his head just a tiny bit, the only bit he can manage, and meets his Omen's eyes. The shisa stares at him quietly, but it's like they don't need words as Daniel's own tired gaze stares right back.

Moments pass like that before he finally breathes out, starting to actually mumble out loud. ]

.. need something for Robby. Dunno if-- If he's alright. Grab him some water, or something to help with pain..

[ Except between Daniel stirring a little, the Omen jumping off the bed, and Daniel speaking, it might be easy for Robby to slowly be moved out of his own sleep as well. ]

Can you ask Chozen..?

[ Not that the Omen wasn't already ahead of Daniel - it's why he jumped off the bed in the first place, pushing the door open and leaving the room. ]

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[ It's the touch to his forehead that leads to Robby stirring. Lips rolling together, dry and parched, pulled from a dream his brain doesn't even remember as he's pulled away from it. A mumbling that might be from those dreams or from reality, a darkness from his own closed eyes.

Only, there's a weight gone, and this time Robby doesn't imagine it's Mister LaRusso's weight on top of him, a body with no life. ]

L'Russo...? [ He tries mumbling out from where he's rested, his eyes slow to open. The space is dark where he sees, though it might not be true for the rest of the room. Robby doesn't want to stir too much in case the older man is still asleep, but a hand reaches out, fingers searching to touch the body in front of him, snaking up to find his shoulder. Listening, careful.

A hint of worry always present. ]

[ Daniel's gaze was lingering on the retreating creature for a moment, but it's the mumbled name that turns his attention entirely back to Robby. He's more comfortable to watch from the man's current position anyway - no longer having to crane his neck to try and look up without moving his back, instead able to rest his head back on the pillow and look at Robby while he's laying down. ]

Robby. [ The name is said in return. Softly. It's not like Daniel is feeling like his usual self already. He's still far from it, but.. his mind is feeling at least a little more clear now he's less tired. If anything is still bothering him, it's the pain, but that's much less likely to stop him from caring for Robby first than the fatigue was.

The only problem is that it doesn't allow him to move, but.. well, Daniel is more than fine with continuing to lay here and hold the boy, especially if Robby may still need it. ]

I'm here. [ Maybe he was even able to pick up on the hint of worry in the other's tone, wanting to say at least these words to reassure him, feeling the pressure of Robby's hand on his shoulder. ] How-- How are you feeling now..?

[ Daniel had been kind of out of it himself before, but he's pretty sure he didn't just imagine Robby having sounded so incoherent back then. ]

[ He gets a response, and it's a reason to open Robby's eyes properly, more. A blinking that finally peels them open, and the blur of Mister LaRusso comes together the more he screws his eyes to get rid of it, until he can see the features of him that make his heart skip harder for a different reason--for relief. A pang of grief, too, with the memories of what happened not knocked out of his brain.

Robby lays there a moment, despite the question; letting himself take in the sight of the man despite the tiredness in his eyes, the dizziness and heat he still feels lingering about him. But there's a better focus, and Mister LaRusso seems to actually be looking at him this time than in his general vicinity.

(Or maybe it's the light in the room that makes it easier to tell these things.) ]

I'm okay, [ he finally answers, just to give him one. Because Robby doesn't particular care about himself when he can remember a conversation with Mister LaRusso's omen, as weak as the details are--he remembers Mister LaRusso's state. It's as good of a reason as any to start slowing lifting himself to sit up, using his hands to push him up. ] Lemme get something for the pain...

[ Mister LaRusso's pain. He was in pain--he needs to find that bag with the potions. ]

Don't.

[ The word is not said as clearly, a little bit more mumbled, but the physical gesture that goes right along with it probably says more than any words could here in the first place. Because Daniel does his best to reach out with his arm to stop Robby from getting up too far, trying to gently push him back down into the bed.

(There's not much force in it, considering Daniel can't even lift his torso from the bed, and using his arm too much puts a strain on his back, which already feels like it's murdering him right now.

But he doesn't want Robby to have to get up yet for his sake when the other seemed so weak and ill earlier.) ]

My Omen's getting stuff. [ A little less mumbled now, but even though Daniel sounds a little more clear and awake, the man's tone is weaker than it'd usually be. ] It'll be okay.

[ Not that he knows that for sure. Daniel doesn't know how bad his injury is other than really bad. Will it heal? Do they even do surgeries for this here in Trench? Will he just be stuck with this pain that keeps him unmoving for the rest of his life?

It's a terrifying thought, but Daniel tries to not let it show. He tries to pull his thoughts towards Robby instead, where they feel safer. ]

So.. stay here, alright?

[ Robby stops, of course. Mister LaRusso speaks, he touches him, both easy to brush off in theory, but not in reality. He's always been a little too pliable to Mister LaRusso at his best of times, and how could he be otherwise at the man's worst? But Robby is hesitant, paused in his position instead of slumping back down to rest.

Because he's listening to Mister LaRusso say it's fine, but he says a lot is fine or alright about his health. It's the kind of man he is. But he remembers too, something; maybe it's his mind making up memories, but something his sensei's omen said about being there. It being the best help? Was it?

His eyes gaze over the man, teeth chewing on his inner lip. ]

Are you sure? I have stuff... [ But maybe it's not what he has he needs to convince Mister LaRusso of, and instead: ] I'm not hurt--just woozy. I didn't get hurt.

[ His voice is soft, words softer. Hesitating again. ]

You protected me.

[ And he wishes he hadn't, despite the trace of appreciation that isn't entirely false. ]

[ Even like this, Daniel can understand it if Robby may have complicated feelings about that last part. It's not like he didn't talk extensively to Daniel about Johnny's deaths and the way he felt about those. And-- sure, Daniel didn't die, but it feels more like dumb luck than anything else at this point that he didn't. Judging by the way his body feels now, he must have gotten so close.

.. but there had been no other option, right? Daniel refuses the idea of just having stayed back, of having let Robby take that hit. Especially when the idea that Robby is more or less alright because Daniel protected him makes it feel like there's something blooming in his chest. Relief, mostly, but also fondness, and the faint idea that he did something good here, even if its aftereffects may not be ideal. ]

I'm sure. [ He shakes his head just a bit - as much as one can while still lying down, anyway. ] You didn't sound good earlier.

[ Even if Daniel still isn't sure of the reason. A fever sounds most reasonable, but-- how would Robby have gotten one? It's not like Daniel remembers anything between being knocked out by that debris and then waking up here in bed with Robby at his bedside. ]

Did nothing else happen to you after..

[ His voice trails off, like he's too worried about voicing what happened to him out loud when Robby already seems to be hesitating, when Robby is already looking concerned. ]

[ He takes a breath held behind his mouth, and he leans back down with Mister LaRusso's certainty. Not that he exactly believes in it, either; Robby's mind is already slipping into thoughts about his omen, and was he with him or outside? --but they're scattered by the remark of his own health. He can't focus on so much at once, and he's trying to not slump too much when he puts his head back down on the side of the pillow he has.

It can still be called slumping, his eyes dizzying behind his eyelids, but Robby will survive. ]

Sunny had a plan to get to Mob, so I helped take him over. I was using the tattoo; I'm not s'pposed to use it too long...

[ And between getting smacked by a Mister LaRusso getting smacked by concrete and all the rest, it wasn't a good day out there for Robby to test its limits. His eyes are still close as he recalls it all, but they start to open after, a small attempt to look at Mister LaRusso's face, but then letting them rest elsewhere on his body. ]

...Mob was stuck inside his own body. He couldn't do anything... [ ... ] He couldn't stop himself.

[ Mister LaRusso never got to find out what happened, how it ended, and that--that encapsulates it, doesn't it? That everything Mob did wasn't under his control, how trapped he was by himself. It's what sticks with Robby now as much as the near-call with Mister LaRusso's life; the two of them at different stages on the floor, but even when Mob stood up again, he--

What if they hadn't stopped him? ]

[ Even as his heart threatens to be taken over with worry coming in like a tidal wave, Daniel does his best to stay calm. He breathes slowly, and he tries to think about the good in this situation (Robby is alright and resting right next to him, apparently Mob is alright and back to his usual self, Daniel made it out alive) to balance out the bad (his own throbbing pain, but even more than that the thought of all these kids hurt).

Because it's clear that Robby sounds worried here, so Daniel has to try and be the calm in the middle of the storm. He has to be alright, so he can help this boy. Maybe even the other kids, if there's anything at all he can do for them.

Even so, it's hard to determine what specifically Robby is worried about here that he's emphasizing the part he chooses to talk about. Is he worried about Daniel getting the wrong idea, of him blaming Mob for all of this? Or.. ]

But you guys got him back to normal. [ He slowly says as he exhales a breath, watching Robby the entire time, even as the other's eyes close and open and gaze shifts.

It's not like the other is wrong to be worried. This sort of situation may have been extreme, but.. there's no telling whether it could just happen again, right? Daniel doesn't even know what triggered it, how things ended up becoming this way.

But they're worries for later. For when he's more clear-minded. Right now all of his focus is instead aimed at Robby, wanting to make the kid feel a little better. ]

I'm so proud of you.

[ Even Robby can't pinpoint what he wants to emphasise, if there's anything he does. Other than his thoughts on the younger boy, how trapped he was. All of those months of fear, of worrying; about if Mob turned into a beast and couldn't be stopped. How damaging his powers could be.

He isn't unaffected by the pride, but it only makes Robby think of Mob more. Thoughts that burn, a fog in the brain he can't get through. ]

He's gonna be scared, [ is what he finally says; unsure, guilty if this is really the right time, but the emotion wells in his chest the more he thinks about the younger boy. ] He worried about doing this-- he's gonna blame himself, LaRusso.

[ Sorry to drop the Mister there, but at least he doesn't sound like his dad when he says it, at least. ]

[ A slightly different angle than Daniel was thinking of, then. Not that this one is really surprising either. Daniel figures that one way or another, this would just come down to Robby worrying about Mob in some way. And who could blame him when Daniel is doing the same thing, except he's trying to stay a bit calmer about it when he knows he can't even move his body enough to get to Mob in the first place.

(If he'll be able to ever move his body again at all, that is, and-- god, no, still not the time to think about that. Thanks, thought, time to get pushed down with everything else Daniel is repressing here in favour of thinking about the kids.) ]

Then we will tell him it's alright.

[ It's not a full solution to that problem either, but Daniel presents it so calmly, like he's trying to make it sound like it is. Or that it's at least enough of a solution that Robby shouldn't have to worry this much.

Not right now, anyway. Not while Daniel is wondering whether maybe Robby isn't really recovered yet after all, still a little more open and rambly than he'd usually be.

It makes Daniel tug him just a touch closer against him. It feels like the only movement he can get going right now from his body. ]

I don't blame him. You don't either, right?

[ Of course he knows the answer to that.

But he hopes that he's able to calm Robby down a little by talking about the few positive sides to all of this. If they don't blame Mob, then who even would? ]

[ They'll tell him it's alright. Robby wants to tell him now, though the thought of what he'd say beyond a rambling mess isn't what his brain is currently up to organising. He doesn't want to move too much himself either (even if for Mister LaRusso, there isn't much of a choice), but he can't stop the way that his brain thinks of the boy, wishes he could know how he's doing after everything.

Mob's worst fear come true. (Miguel falling over the railing.) Robby knows what that feeling's like.

He shakes his head to Mister LaRusso's question, if not immediately. Following with a quiet ] No.

[ It's not satisfying alone, but the urge and want coursing through is insatiable. Fortunately for Robby's restless thoughts, there's a sound of the door opening behind them, and it isn't Daniel's omen who can be seen as a fluffy creature poking its head over the bed...

...it's Robby's omen, looking as awkward as ever, considering that it seems to be looking...around. There's a bottle in its mouth, and its eyes may catch Mister LaRusso's if he looks at him. He's right in his line of sight, see, and he's trying to find the best place to deposit this tonic.

Maybe if he gets his front paws up on the bed? If only Robby would hurry and turn around to see him. :( ]

[ Even if Robby's answer is so tiny, so little to go on, Daniel still wants to continue speaking. No matter how much pain he is in right now, his own thoughts keep drifting off towards Robby as much as Robby's own thoughts seem to be moving towards Mob right now. He wants to reassure Robby further, because Daniel does believe it'll be alright. No matter what happens to him and his body, Robby is going to be okay, and they will reassure Mob. As long as Daniel doesn't think about himself, keeps his worries away from there, it's easy to believe the rest of this will end up fine.

It's a sensation he'd like to spread to Robby, but before he can even open up his mouth to say anything, he does spot the creature coming into the room and trying its best.. Daniel does realise what the dog-like creature is trying to do, but it's too much to ask from Daniel to try and move his body to reach out towards the dog and that bottle right now. He just.. simply can't move at all. Not that far, anyway. It's impossible.

Daniel exhales, tries to keep breathing through the pain, and instead shifts his gaze over towards the boy. ]

Robby, your Omen's here.

[ Hopefully that'll be enough for the other to turn and look. Daniel even moves his arm a little bit so Robby can move more easily without Daniel pressing down on him, even if he can't move it too much in his current state. But he's trying to be as cooperative as he can be here, even if he very much feels like a sack of potatoes right now. ]

[ Robby was aware of the omen's presence, a but he's slow to turn--he turns to do so onto his other shoulder, rolling in the effort. But Robby can do that much (more than Mister LaRusso would be able to), if with a held breath and then heavy exhale, a second for his vision to come back into focus from the slight haze.

The good boy waits, and Robby reaches out to take the bottle from its mouth. A small ] thanks [ as he holds it to him, an even smaller smile at the creature.

The omen watches the pair as Robby turns back around. He would get up, just enough to handle the bottle better, but he remembers Mister LaRusso's reluctant and keeps himself low, his elbow in the space between them. Hands on the cork and on the bottle itself, looking at the man. ]

It's not quick relief, but maybe this'll help? It's a potion--just like in a fantasy book.

[ He huffs a humoured sound, a smile that's joking, but smaller than it should be as he looks at Mister LaRusso. Hoping it might help--hoping that the man will take it without Robby needing to ask verbally (when he already is). ]

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