How will we know anything when the night's over then?
[The possibility of dying hasn't struck Roman as a serious option. He feels unwell. Pathetically so. More water to gulp before he sets the glass beside the bottle.]
That's plague doctor speak.
[Roman lets him pull the bandage away. It's still a fuckton wet with blood. Below the skin veins are now visible, raised and dark.]
no subject
[The possibility of dying hasn't struck Roman as a serious option. He feels unwell. Pathetically so. More water to gulp before he sets the glass beside the bottle.]
That's plague doctor speak.
[Roman lets him pull the bandage away. It's still a fuckton wet with blood. Below the skin veins are now visible, raised and dark.]
Shit.