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[The video feed that comes on reveals a brief, shaky shot of Duke Crocker's unconscious features. A familiar ball of grey and white fluff is beside his head, which is in Allison's lap...revealed when she finally gets her hands to stop shaking and realizes she has the comm switched on and flips it up to face her instead. To those familiar with the place, it's clear she's crouched behind the bar in the pub.
Her own face is contorted, eyes red and glassy, mouth barely keeping a straight line.]
Duke's...in a coma. I brought my rabbit down to introduce them, and I found Duke--
[Her voice cracks on his name and her features crumble for a moment. Her hand lifts to cover her mouth to stifle tears as she wills herself not to cry. It takes a minute, but she manages to compose herself...barely.]
I can't...I need help. To move him, to his room. [She knows nothing can be done. She knows this happens...she still feels a huge sense of loss and a growing sense of panic, seeing her Duke so still and lifeless.]
I, uh...anyone that's friends with him, I'll look after Brownie so don't worry. I have access to his cabin, I can let in anyone who wants to see him. [She sniffs and wipes at her eyes, something in her face hardening.] And I know...there's a tradition or something, I know people in comas get drawn on?
Not this time...if I find a mark on him? I'll put an arrow in the ass of whoever's responsible.
( [Barge Pack Filter] )
[With that, Allison cuts the feed, then gently gathers Duke further into her lap, wrapping her arms around both him and Duchess the bunny, silent tears sliding from her eyes to fall on his hair and forehead as she clings to him.]
Her own face is contorted, eyes red and glassy, mouth barely keeping a straight line.]
Duke's...in a coma. I brought my rabbit down to introduce them, and I found Duke--
[Her voice cracks on his name and her features crumble for a moment. Her hand lifts to cover her mouth to stifle tears as she wills herself not to cry. It takes a minute, but she manages to compose herself...barely.]
I can't...I need help. To move him, to his room. [She knows nothing can be done. She knows this happens...she still feels a huge sense of loss and a growing sense of panic, seeing her Duke so still and lifeless.]
I, uh...anyone that's friends with him, I'll look after Brownie so don't worry. I have access to his cabin, I can let in anyone who wants to see him. [She sniffs and wipes at her eyes, something in her face hardening.] And I know...there's a tradition or something, I know people in comas get drawn on?
Not this time...if I find a mark on him? I'll put an arrow in the ass of whoever's responsible.
( [Barge Pack Filter] )
[With that, Allison cuts the feed, then gently gathers Duke further into her lap, wrapping her arms around both him and Duchess the bunny, silent tears sliding from her eyes to fall on his hair and forehead as she clings to him.]
