[ Wesker lapsed into silence, the muscle of his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth and attempted to sit up. It couldn't have been comfortable, given the location of the bandaging at the bottom of his ribcage; William was sure some postural muscle or another had been disrupted. ]
Hold on, don't—hurt yourself.
[ He frowned and got up from his chair, quickly learning that one foot had fallen asleep without his being aware of it. Foot prickling and tingling with static, he made his way to the head of the taupe plastic bedframe, frowning down at him. ]
Grab my arm or the bedrail. Something. [ It looked pretty solid, even if it was made of the same material as the rest of the bed. A departure from the cold metal he remembered fencing his thirteen-year-old self out of his mother's hospital bed. ]
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Hold on, don't—hurt yourself.
[ He frowned and got up from his chair, quickly learning that one foot had fallen asleep without his being aware of it. Foot prickling and tingling with static, he made his way to the head of the taupe plastic bedframe, frowning down at him. ]
Grab my arm or the bedrail. Something. [ It looked pretty solid, even if it was made of the same material as the rest of the bed. A departure from the cold metal he remembered fencing his thirteen-year-old self out of his mother's hospital bed. ]