It's only a few minutes, but it feels like longer - why does it feel like longer? - and Dave only barely resists the urge to kick the door in when he gets back. As it is, he throws it open with a little more force than is perhaps strictly necessary, but his coolkid facade is totally unruffled. Totally.
"All right. They said that as long as you're feeling up to it, we can leave whenever we want, but they don't know how long the effects of whatever they did to you will last."
He's already making his way back over to the bed as he talks, trying to figure out how to lower the stupid guardrail things that...keep people from rolling out of the bed, he guesses? Do people do that? Whatever. Rattling metal accompanies his next few words as he wrestles with it.
"So they want you to come back in whenever you start feeling shitty again - I mean, probably not as shitty as you felt when I found you, dumbass. Probably before that. Or they said you can find someone closer who knows how to cast those two spells, but I don't even know how the fuck to go about doing that, so I guess it's just more trips to the hospital for now."
Finally triumphant over the guardrail, he automatically steps in to help Gamzee off the bed. "So, back to Trevas, then? Is that where you're living?" A thought occurs to him then, of how seriously out of it Gamzee was when Dave found him, and he stops, frowning suspiciously.
"You...are living somewhere, right? Shit, do you even have a job or whatever?"
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Date: 2012-06-07 06:05 am (UTC)"All right. They said that as long as you're feeling up to it, we can leave whenever we want, but they don't know how long the effects of whatever they did to you will last."
He's already making his way back over to the bed as he talks, trying to figure out how to lower the stupid guardrail things that...keep people from rolling out of the bed, he guesses? Do people do that? Whatever. Rattling metal accompanies his next few words as he wrestles with it.
"So they want you to come back in whenever you start feeling shitty again - I mean, probably not as shitty as you felt when I found you, dumbass. Probably before that. Or they said you can find someone closer who knows how to cast those two spells, but I don't even know how the fuck to go about doing that, so I guess it's just more trips to the hospital for now."
Finally triumphant over the guardrail, he automatically steps in to help Gamzee off the bed. "So, back to Trevas, then? Is that where you're living?" A thought occurs to him then, of how seriously out of it Gamzee was when Dave found him, and he stops, frowning suspiciously.
"You...are living somewhere, right? Shit, do you even have a job or whatever?"