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[devoutish]

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@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

[Relief. So much relief.

With most people, he uses text with people who use text with him - if he doesn't get to hear their voice and see their face, they don't get to hear and see his. But he trusts Royce enough to make him an exception.]

Where are you?

[bywolves]

Don't know.

[ It's really a relief to hear his voice. Royce knows he should try to speak back but he isn't sure he can. ] Standing is. Can't. On the floor outside.

There was a bag I had to crawl out of I can't get up again

[devoutish]

Take a photograph. Send it to me.

[bywolves]

[ It takes a long minute for him to do it, but he takes a picture of the inside of the hospital and sends it to Alfie. This helps. Directions help.

He's also currently trying to drag himself out of the hospital, since he wants the message on the tablet to go away. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie recognizes that place. It's a place he'd hoped he wouldn't see again, but at least he knows where it is.]

You're in the hospital morgue. I'll talk you out, give you directions.

[bywolves]

Can't stand. Fall over. Crawling.

[devoutish]

[What. That's weird as fuck, Duster.]

You haven't still got your concussion?

[bywolves]

Head doesn't hurt. Standing is hard. Can if I try, just. Need wall to keep up.

[devoutish]

Is everything else all right? Sight, hearing, speaking ability?

[bywolves]

[ He's stopped trying to drag himself at this point, because he can't focus on moving and talking to Alfie at the same time. It's amazing the tablet is picking up his voice at all. ] Can't breathe right. Lightheaded, trying to. Trying.

[devoutish]

This might be your missing thing.

Have you got all your supplies on you?

[bywolves]

[ He does, thankfully, and re-checking gives him something to do. Counting his weapons and how much food he has and that everything is still there gives him something to hold onto. ]

Yes. Yes, it's. There. All there.

[devoutish]

You need to stay inside. You can't crawl through the ice tunnels on your own.

[bywolves]

[ Nope, there it goes again. ]

Can't stay. Too far. You're too far. I can't get anywhere, I.

[devoutish]

You'll freeze, or you'll be vulnerable to attack. Stay. We can get there in a few days if we hurry.

[bywolves]

Alright. Alright, okay.

We. You're with Tifa.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I found her yesterday.

[bywolves]

[ His next reply, around ten minutes later, finally comes through audio. He sounds wrecked, but he's calmer, at least. ]

Is she okay?

[devoutish]

Better, now that she knows you are.

[bywolves]

[ Good. Silence, then: ] When you came back. You couldn't speak, but could you breathe? Draw in deep breaths.

[devoutish]

Yeah. You can't?

[bywolves]

Couldn't. At first. I pulled myself out of a bag and couldn't think straight. Couldn't breathe. Felt like I was going to die all over again.

[ There's a pause. ] It's gone. That sensation. I'm just tired, now. Was that what coming back feels like?

[devoutish]

It sounds like panic. Terror.

[bywolves]

I don't do that. [ Panic, he means. He swallows hard around the rise of - not panic in his chest and keeps steady. ] Did you feel that when you came back? I wanted to know if it was part of the revival process.

[devoutish]

No. I didn't.

[You had a panic attack, bro. Own it.]