[ Part of the job you never should have fucking taken, idiot. By some miracle, William held back the words, at least for the time being. This was a conversation they'd be having again—how could Albert do this to him?—but right now the pain management situation had taken center focus.
William knew what he needed to say, but he still had to pry the words from his own mouth, guts tangling in a miserably tight knot as he prepared himself to say it, to willingly walk away from the relief of seeing Wesker conscious and alive. ]
Take it. You've been shot. You need sleep.
[ Even if it meant slipping out of consciousness again—permanently?, some dark shadow in his mind asked. It wouldn't be goodbye. It would just be Albert getting some sleep, if that was even what he wanted. But it very much felt like the last time they might see each other. ]
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William knew what he needed to say, but he still had to pry the words from his own mouth, guts tangling in a miserably tight knot as he prepared himself to say it, to willingly walk away from the relief of seeing Wesker conscious and alive. ]
Take it. You've been shot. You need sleep.
[ Even if it meant slipping out of consciousness again—permanently?, some dark shadow in his mind asked. It wouldn't be goodbye. It would just be Albert getting some sleep, if that was even what he wanted. But it very much felt like the last time they might see each other. ]
I'll be here.