CHULANE
Ah, the thought came, the wrinkled nose accompanying it, as the heaving began, the retching, the vomiting. The vet was used to seeing animals vomit, but he hated seeing it in other people. So held the bin and tried to focus on pretty much anything else until the boy was done.
A small, extremely subtle, single huff of air was pushed through his nostrils in response to the boy's statement. "Sometimes," he conceded. Sometimes life did suck. A lot of the time it was unfair. He didn't mind taking the blame for Korbin's life sucking in this brief moment, it sat well with the mixture of relief and guilt he was feeling - relief that Korbin was alive to live through this sucky time, guilt for being a part of this particular sucky time.
When the boy moved to lay back on the bed, Chuy put the bin down on the floor beside the bed, just in case. He also put the food back on the bedside table.
Idly, he looked to the windows, to the golden dawn light peeking through. He was exhausted still, though the water and food gave him a bit of energy, he would no doubt collapse into a heap this evening after the day's errands were run.
He ate the last of his bread, glancing to the boy once more.
"Get some more sleep." He instructed, softly, but still with authority. He doubted Korbin would find the energy to rebel against those orders, at least.
"I best be off, for now. I'll check in on you tomorrow, or sooner or later if you want. Make sure you keep your fluids up, even if the food won't settle. You're gonna feel like shit for a while." In more ways than physical.
"And whenever you feel up for it, even if that is never… I'm here. For you. To talk to, to shout at, or to just sit in silence, if that's what you want." He shrugged, before ensuring Korbin's cup was filled again with water. He took a drink from his own cup, and hesitated only long enough to hear any reply from Korbin, before he would take his empty dishes to the kitchen, and eventually make his way to the little home he had made for himself.
A small, extremely subtle, single huff of air was pushed through his nostrils in response to the boy's statement. "Sometimes," he conceded. Sometimes life did suck. A lot of the time it was unfair. He didn't mind taking the blame for Korbin's life sucking in this brief moment, it sat well with the mixture of relief and guilt he was feeling - relief that Korbin was alive to live through this sucky time, guilt for being a part of this particular sucky time.
When the boy moved to lay back on the bed, Chuy put the bin down on the floor beside the bed, just in case. He also put the food back on the bedside table.
Idly, he looked to the windows, to the golden dawn light peeking through. He was exhausted still, though the water and food gave him a bit of energy, he would no doubt collapse into a heap this evening after the day's errands were run.
He ate the last of his bread, glancing to the boy once more.
"Get some more sleep." He instructed, softly, but still with authority. He doubted Korbin would find the energy to rebel against those orders, at least.
"I best be off, for now. I'll check in on you tomorrow, or sooner or later if you want. Make sure you keep your fluids up, even if the food won't settle. You're gonna feel like shit for a while." In more ways than physical.
"And whenever you feel up for it, even if that is never… I'm here. For you. To talk to, to shout at, or to just sit in silence, if that's what you want." He shrugged, before ensuring Korbin's cup was filled again with water. He took a drink from his own cup, and hesitated only long enough to hear any reply from Korbin, before he would take his empty dishes to the kitchen, and eventually make his way to the little home he had made for himself.
it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers
than all of the answers
