NATE
Yeah, I know wrong, I know right
But I just love to pick a fight
”Tried to... tried to see.” As far as explanations go, it’s awful, but expecting more from him at the moment is really an exercise in frustration for everyone involved. ”But there’s no sick, nothing to see, nothing to find.” Nate almost sounds out out, disappointed, but it fades as he scrambles back towards the beach, settling on mostly solid land again. The difference between the sky and the sea is getting blurry again, and it’s making his chest seize and ache with worry.
Once he’s back where he belongs though, a wide blue eye finds Delta’s shape again, not noticing her flush. ”Its always like that. I think.” Nate heaves a sigh, then falls sideways to the ground, evidently less concerned about the lingering grit of the sand than anything else. ”I’m a doctor. It’s how I help.”
Once he’s back where he belongs though, a wide blue eye finds Delta’s shape again, not noticing her flush. ”Its always like that. I think.” Nate heaves a sigh, then falls sideways to the ground, evidently less concerned about the lingering grit of the sand than anything else. ”I’m a doctor. It’s how I help.”
I can sleep with one eye open
If there's any sleep at night
