[ Catsovi nearly snatches at him, nearly drags him back. Cat wants to. He wants to break Adrasteius, crack his bones open, make him weep, he wants to wake up from the daze of this illness with Adrasteius' blood in his mouth and Adrasteius' goddamn skin plastered all over the walls--
--but now is not the time. It is too early. And Catsovi is too weak.
He mumbles curses, grabs for a pillow instead. ]
Yes. [ Maybe he will stay in bed. For a while, at least. He doesn't hurt quite so badly anymore so maybe he can sleep, now, yes-- sleep-- that sounds lovely. Cat buries his face into the pillow. ] Don't get sick, doctor....
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--but now is not the time. It is too early. And Catsovi is too weak.
He mumbles curses, grabs for a pillow instead. ]
Yes. [ Maybe he will stay in bed. For a while, at least. He doesn't hurt quite so badly anymore so maybe he can sleep, now, yes-- sleep-- that sounds lovely. Cat buries his face into the pillow. ] Don't get sick, doctor....