( Panic is sharp and bright where it sits in the hollow of his throat, and he screws his eyes shut briefly, inhale shaking. Already he's flickering through plans, trying to figure out the best angle to seek out help, mentally shuffling through Lan Wangji's list of acceptable healers and what he himself knows.
( Already, he's thinking of how he'll have to end his own life if he fails. ) )
Sit down. ( His voice odd to his own ears, a thumb pressing against his own temple. ) You're tired. Don't push yourself. I need to -.
( What? Drag someone here? Burn the place down? Weep? )
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( Already, he's thinking of how he'll have to end his own life if he fails. ) )
Sit down. ( His voice odd to his own ears, a thumb pressing against his own temple. ) You're tired. Don't push yourself. I need to -.
( What? Drag someone here? Burn the place down? Weep? )
I'll find someone.