"Korbin." he said, after more words had been spoken, after a gulp of the water had been drunk, after his head had been patched up with clean cloth. He felt a bit like a mummy, probably looked like one too, but none of that mattered, as he forced his mind to get through the pain and focus on what he wanted to say before the boy disappeared off into the world of grief again. But what could he even say? What words could communicate the point he was trying to get into the boy's head?
His own head pounded, though he was almost getting used to it, a dull roar in the back of his skull. But Korbin wasn't stupid, Chuy had never thought that of the boy, he was just young, and has been handed a fucking brutal life to live and endure.
Chulane couldn't even say he'd respond differently had he been dealt a similar hand.
He breathed a deep, shaky sigh, pressing his forehead into the palm of his hand as he tried to form a sentence. The words just wouldn't come though - he wanted to say so much. Can't you see how everyone wants to help you now? You could've left me, just as we could leave you wallow and rot and die in your grief. But life has value - all life, even if you cannot see the value in your own. Fucking hell, concussions suck.
"Seriously… thank you." He didn't really know why he was saying thank you to the one who knocked him down, he didn't really know much of anything beyond the pain. "Where're you stayin' now? I'll need routine check ups for a while.."
His own head pounded, though he was almost getting used to it, a dull roar in the back of his skull. But Korbin wasn't stupid, Chuy had never thought that of the boy, he was just young, and has been handed a fucking brutal life to live and endure.
Chulane couldn't even say he'd respond differently had he been dealt a similar hand.
He breathed a deep, shaky sigh, pressing his forehead into the palm of his hand as he tried to form a sentence. The words just wouldn't come though - he wanted to say so much. Can't you see how everyone wants to help you now? You could've left me, just as we could leave you wallow and rot and die in your grief. But life has value - all life, even if you cannot see the value in your own. Fucking hell, concussions suck.
"Seriously… thank you." He didn't really know why he was saying thank you to the one who knocked him down, he didn't really know much of anything beyond the pain. "Where're you stayin' now? I'll need routine check ups for a while.."
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