Bulba stayed besides him, trying to lightly rub Char's back as he let out the last of his heaves. Taking care of a poison victim was remarkably like taking care of a drunk person at the moment, but with far more alarming symptoms such as bloody drool. With each rasp he made a minute flinch. It sounded awful.
He finally moved back a little as Char sat up. Well. This was definitely going to be a thing. The bundle of his nerves just got that much tighter. Messes on top of messes. He didn't know how to clean those up.
Bulba watched him for a moment, then slowly nodded his head. There really wasn't any point in trying to say otherwise. "He did. You were poisoned, room 207."
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He finally moved back a little as Char sat up. Well. This was definitely going to be a thing. The bundle of his nerves just got that much tighter. Messes on top of messes. He didn't know how to clean those up.
Bulba watched him for a moment, then slowly nodded his head. There really wasn't any point in trying to say otherwise. "He did. You were poisoned, room 207."