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i'd be pretty sad

of course i would!

was barely audible, broken by shallow breaths. “Cracked cheekbone?” His brow furrowed slightly, the effort of processing her words clearly exhausting him. “Feels… worse than that.” His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before forcing them open, his gaze unfocused

what's going on?

yes?

@Kooksmedic Topper’s brow furrowed as he shifted against the pillow, the weight of the news settling in. “A fracture?” he rasped, his voice rough and uncertain. “what does that mean?” His hand twitched slightly in hers, a flicker of unease breaking through his usual bravado.

@Kooksmedic Topper’s world tilted violently as John B’s punch connected. The impact sent him stumbling backward, his balance giving out beneath him. Before he hit the ground, a second, sharper blow cracked across his temple, and darkness rushed in. +

@Kooksmedic unsteady breath, his lashes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the moment. The spinning chaos in his head began to dissolve, the world of dizziness peeling away layer by layer, leaving him anchored in a steady, unfamiliar beeping.

@Kooksmedic The nurse offered a reassuring nod, her calm demeanor radiating a practiced sense of control as she observed the scene. Nearby, the intern leaned over a glowing monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard to input the order with an air of focused precision. Topper let out a slow+

@Kooksmedic “Fuck… shit,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice raw and strained. Each word was dragged out, laced with the bitter edge of agony. He pressed a trembling hand to his temple, as if trying to hold the pain at bay, but it throbbed relentlessly, unyielding in its torment.

@Kooksmedic But the relief was fleeting. A sharp, searing pain sliced through his skull, snaking down his face like a jagged crack splitting open a smooth surface. It yanked him back from the brink of sleep with brutal force. +

@Kooksmedic but the movement sent a sharp reminder of the thin cot beneath him. Letting out a huff of resignation, he muttered, voice thick and hoarse from sleep, “Mhm, you’re the next of kin.” His words carried weariness, as though finally remembering why he was there in the first place.

@Kooksmedic like a lifeline pulling him back to reality. His chest loosened as a wave of relief washed over him, . The brightness of the overhead light stung his eyes, and he squeezed them shut, trying to shield himself from its glare. He groaned softly, shifting his weight +

@Kooksmedic He tried to mumble something maybe an apology, maybe an excuse , the words dissolving into a sigh. Topper’s head rolled back against the pillow, too dizzy and weak to lift it. For now, all he could do was surrender to the exhaustion weighing him down.

@Kooksmedic Adhesive stickers were pressed to his chest, their cool surface making him flinch slightly as they secured the leads for the heart monitor. Each beep from the machine echoed in the room, a steady reminder of his fragile state. +