Groaning was becoming his new way of communicating. Ugh, but it hurt - everything seemed to hurt. His guts were most displeased by their sudden need to evacuate everywhere, his head felt like it was ready to split open, and now he had to deal with Korbin's shitty attitude too.
"Your… bedside… manner…-" he coughed, raising a hand to the cloth pressed against his head, belatedly realising that the warm wetness he felt when he did so was his own blood. "- fucking sucks mate." he managed to finish, slowly but surely catching his breath, taking deeper and deeper gulps of the cold air and eventually steadying it.
Warmth had nestled over him, he realised with quite a delay, as the world spun around him, even though he barely moved. His head kept tilting as if to correct an imbalance that wasn't there, his eyes blinking dumbly as they tried to clear up the blurred mess before them.
Somehow dodging the pile of steaming vomit before him, he too managed to rise into a kneeling position, though he was very much reliant on the support Korbin offered. Idly, Chulane looked at the hands pressed against him, his gaze slipping every now and then as the imbalance kept threatening to tip him over.
"The fuck you thinking, mate?" he retorted, knowing on some level that they needing to be moving more, to be getting inside, but unable to comply at any decent speed without inducing another round of vomiting, or else tumbling back down to the icy ground.
"Your… bedside… manner…-" he coughed, raising a hand to the cloth pressed against his head, belatedly realising that the warm wetness he felt when he did so was his own blood. "- fucking sucks mate." he managed to finish, slowly but surely catching his breath, taking deeper and deeper gulps of the cold air and eventually steadying it.
Warmth had nestled over him, he realised with quite a delay, as the world spun around him, even though he barely moved. His head kept tilting as if to correct an imbalance that wasn't there, his eyes blinking dumbly as they tried to clear up the blurred mess before them.
Somehow dodging the pile of steaming vomit before him, he too managed to rise into a kneeling position, though he was very much reliant on the support Korbin offered. Idly, Chulane looked at the hands pressed against him, his gaze slipping every now and then as the imbalance kept threatening to tip him over.
"The fuck you thinking, mate?" he retorted, knowing on some level that they needing to be moving more, to be getting inside, but unable to comply at any decent speed without inducing another round of vomiting, or else tumbling back down to the icy ground.
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