"You brought the rat," he mutters, but he's already reaching up to pet her. "I'm going to stay here a while, I think. I'm not - going back out there like this while this flood is still happening."
He groans and moves over, every part of his body aching. The residual Toll, the thing that aches the most, is his very soul, from where it had been pierced and torn out.
He needs this more than he needs anything else.
But he turns to his side, adjusting the little rat to his hip, and waits.
And Jamie will carefully undo his hook, put it aside, climb in and, carefully, wrap around Corvo's middle, with a little pet to Storm. Once they're gently pressed against one another, he'll settle in.
He doesn't have anything to say. He just wants to be with him while he feels poorly.
"Aye," he assures him before patting his hip and slipping off, soundless, and just as silently stepping away. He returns, the only indication the glass of water pressed into his hand.
He sits up slowly, taking out his communicator as he does.
When the water is given, he takes a few sips, frowning. There's some movement in the infirmary, something happening along the door, but he can't tell why until he gets to the most recent announcement -
He pushes himself up, trying to swing his legs off the side of the cot.
Jamie is going to support him as he gets up, slow him down a little so he doesn't ring his own bell, help him once he's sat up. He puts his feet on the ground at the same time.
Corvo doesn't want his help this time. He's angry, the sort of rage built up that doesn't seem to have an end. His soul might have healed, but it's filled with that white hot hurt and he pushes him away.
He's going to kill him. He's going to - make them hurt. Make them bleed.
"They did," Jamie agrees, feeling tired. He's had too many dead boys to let this pull him down or make his head stop working even as his chest feels empty and heavy all at once.
"He didn't. But he'll wake up. And he'll need kind faces and steady hands. He'll need care, not blood."
Corvo doesn't know how to care. He's relived Jessamine's death twice, had children, had lives in these dreams. He's saved her once and that was because of Richter. Richter, who's mouth doesn't close, but that shouldn't be a crime.
He tries to pull back again. "Blood is all I know," he snaps.
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"You don't have to be here," he grumbles. "I'm not leaving."
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"Because I need to bring her back and bring her sister. But I'll be back."
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He breathes out.
"Tell me if you need anything."
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"I need you - "
He had thought about adding to that, of telling him something else that he needed, but it all boiled down to Jamie. He needs Jamie.
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He'll nudge him.
"Make room."
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He needs this more than he needs anything else.
But he turns to his side, adjusting the little rat to his hip, and waits.
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He doesn't have anything to say. He just wants to be with him while he feels poorly.
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Thankfully, his dreams are silent, the sleep just darkness.
He doesn't know how long has passed, but when he manages to wake again, his body aches have eased and he reaches for Jamie automatically.
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He may have slipped out while Corvo was in his deepest sleep, but he's here, has been here, and he'll put his hand in Corvo's.
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"Get up and get me water, pirate," he mutters, linking their fingers together.
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When the water is given, he takes a few sips, frowning. There's some movement in the infirmary, something happening along the door, but he can't tell why until he gets to the most recent announcement -
He pushes himself up, trying to swing his legs off the side of the cot.
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He heard it too.
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He's going to kill him. He's going to - make them hurt. Make them bleed.
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"I'll help you look after him. He'll be right as rain soon enough."
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"He's dead. He didn't do anything."
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"They did," Jamie agrees, feeling tired. He's had too many dead boys to let this pull him down or make his head stop working even as his chest feels empty and heavy all at once.
"He didn't. But he'll wake up. And he'll need kind faces and steady hands. He'll need care, not blood."
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He tries to pull back again. "Blood is all I know," he snaps.
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"Don't lie to me," he says, steady but not soft. "I know better."
A breath out.
"Let's find a good chair you can take by his bed. We'll watch over him."
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"Fine," he finally says, but there's still tension in his shoulders.
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"He helped me save her," he mutters when Jamie joins him.
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He looks over at Corvo.
"He's a good lad. We'll look out for him."
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