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[grabaslice]

Casey told me what happened, Donnie. [he snaps back.] Do you really think Casey would push so hard on something if he wasn't worried about you? None of us know what to do, we're all freaking out.

[notapancake]

Well, you shouldn't. You're freaking out over nothing. [Ugh, he's going to try to get upright, which means he's getting glass in his hands and arms. Since he's not exactly wearing long sleeves right now.]

[grabaslice]

How is it nothing?! You're stressed enough that you threatened Casey! [He throws his hand in the air in exasperation.] If Anyone, Anyone else did this, I would've just killed them. Do you not get that!?

[notapancake]

I'm not talking about that. [He knows the gun thing, yes that is what he is calling it, isn't nothing. He means himself.]

Then why didn't you? It would've taken a lot of stress off the both of you if you did.

[grabaslice]

[That question just knocks the air out of him.]

You would just come back, just as sick. It wouldn't magically resolve anything.

[notapancake]

You don't know that.

[Part of Donnie knows it wouldn't fix anything if he did die, but also...]

At least it's better than putting you both through this... Bullshit again.

[grabaslice]

Casey told me, people come back, Donnie. You'd just come back and probably feel worse. [He says firmly back.]

Donnie, this is hard, but we want to be here for you. Even if it gets worse. We're supposed to help each other.

[notapancake]

[He doesn't say anything, for what probably feels like too long.]

I... Just don't want to put you through me dying because of it, again.

[grabaslice]

I know, Donnie. [He says softly back, wishing he could reach out, but both of them are floor bound.]

I don't want you to go through this again. It's... why I've been so all over you about it. You don't deserve this.

[notapancake]

[At least Donnie has gotten himself sitting up, so Leo doesn't have to look down?]

You say that, but then why am I still sick? You'd think that stupid fox would have...

[grabaslice]

I don't know. [He's honest about that much.] If we're supposed to reach our full potential here, why leave you sick? Or does she consider that something you have to overcome?

[notapancake]

Then why the hell did she grab me from de--From when she did? [Nooooot going to tell Leo anything about how he died, nope. But he is very annoyed.]

[grabaslice]

She brought me here as I was dying, Donnie. [He's letting that slip by for now, since he doesn't have the energy to chase the topic.] I don't know what her logic is.

[notapancake]

As you were dying, I'm pretty sure I was dead. [He doesn't really want to think about it, even after being here for as many months as he has? He's still having nightmares about it.] If she's even using logic.

[grabaslice]

She pulls people at what feels like their lowest. I don't know. We're meant to get better from that. [He sighs a little, just remaining where he's seated. Blood is soaking into his pant leg.]

[notapancake]

... then why do I feel like everything is worse since I got here?

[He notices that blood, and he will be trying to get to his feet.] I have bandages, if you're hurt more.

[Just ignore his own cuts from ending up laying in glass.]

[grabaslice]

You're healthier here? Your body is actually trying to fight back and is freaking out? I dunno.

[He isn't a doctor, so his answers are surface level.]

Pretty sure this is all your blood, Dee.

[notapancake]

[He just grunts at Leo assessment, as he leans against the table to keep himself steady. Also Donnie is probably the worst at judging his own health, so any answers he has wouldn't be much better.]

Yeah, well... you're in a horrible place to wait for the resin to harden.

[grabaslice]

I didn't exactly plan on cracking my shell again. I wanted to kick your ass. [It was not a success, Leo.]

[notapancake]

Oh yeah? You did a shitty job of that, Nardo. [Since he is very much having an unkicked ass over here.]

[grabaslice]

[Ough, his pride-] Things didn't exactly go according to plan considering I broke my damn chest plate and you're dizzy from something you did to yourself. We can both call it even.

[notapancake]

Mm... And it's a fever too. [Which he honestly is hoping will work. If not kill the infection, slow it down.

Not that he's saying that.]

We should probably try to get you someplace better to let that cure.

[grabaslice]

Omigosh- [He releases a frustrated breath. Awkwardly moving to try and get himself up. It is very awkward since he's trying to not fuck up the resin.] Go sit down somewhere!

[notapancake]

I should be saying that to you! [Since he's not the one with a fucking HOLE in his chest.]

[grabaslice]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever- [He is in fact up, shock. Steady on his feet sort of.] I'm going to sit down on a part of the floor that isn't covered in glass and blood.