retroviridae: (don't do love)
π™³πš. πš†π™Έπ™»π™»π™Έπ™°π™Ό π™±π™Έπšπ™Ίπ™Έπ™½ ([personal profile] retroviridae) wrote in [community profile] arklaycounty 2022-12-19 11:57 pm (UTC)

LITERALLYYY.

It's a hospital. There's coffee everywhere.

[ He could easily get more whenever he went downstairs next, and even if he couldn't, Albert was the one who had just almost died, not him. Birkin watched the man attempt to hoist himself upright in bed, allowing him to do so on his own despite the urge to offer help—it was a matter of dignity, especially for someone as fiercely self-reliant as Wesker had always been. He managed enough of an upright angle, in his medical opinion, to make coffee-induced aspiration pneumonia a low likelihood, so Birkin handed over the half-empty cup, waiting to make sure he had a decent grasp on it before he let go.

He'd get some water from the sink in a minute—William disliked the idea of him drinking unsupervised, at least when he was this frail. ]


It's not good, but it's coffee.

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