KORBIN
It's so nice to meet you
Korbin Hale was not a good patient. Bed rest did not agree with him, and he knew too much about the treatment he was going through to accept it quietly. Knowing did not actually help him in this case; even with the understanding that he would get out sooner if he ate the honey soaked bread or drank the sweetened tea he still couldn't get it down.
Speaking of the tea, he had complaints about that too. To the point where he dragged his trembling, aching body out of bed and began to rummage through Delphine's stash of herbs at one point, when both Noah and the woman had left him unattended.
Shaking hands made the task of grinding and measuring herbs difficult, but he persisted even as cold sweat trickled down the temples. He was muttering under breath all the while, long oaths and curses that appeared to be quoted from some old play or prose. Half forgotten, half remembered, but it was rather cathartic to be wishing plague and dismemberment upon nameless, faceless enemies.
Though if one listened carefully it would seem that many of the cussings and besmirchings was equally directed at himself.
It was broken off when the pestle slipped from his hand, and a more common "Well fuck you too," interrupted the eloquence. Barely able to keep upright, Korbin carefully leaned down to pick it up.
Speaking of the tea, he had complaints about that too. To the point where he dragged his trembling, aching body out of bed and began to rummage through Delphine's stash of herbs at one point, when both Noah and the woman had left him unattended.
Shaking hands made the task of grinding and measuring herbs difficult, but he persisted even as cold sweat trickled down the temples. He was muttering under breath all the while, long oaths and curses that appeared to be quoted from some old play or prose. Half forgotten, half remembered, but it was rather cathartic to be wishing plague and dismemberment upon nameless, faceless enemies.
Though if one listened carefully it would seem that many of the cussings and besmirchings was equally directed at himself.
It was broken off when the pestle slipped from his hand, and a more common "Well fuck you too," interrupted the eloquence. Barely able to keep upright, Korbin carefully leaned down to pick it up.
Let's never meet again
