[It would be good if she managed to expel some of the poison by throwing up. If not, that still won't change the need for hydration.
He leans in to pick her up again, then carries her over to the bed, where he deposits her there with care for her broken leg. He stacks the pillows for her to sit up comfortably. Then he moves down to inspect the leg as promised; the nightgown makes access to the limb easy, but he glances at Dorothy's face first to ensure that this is a good time.]
[ Oh, it's fine. Dorothy has already stripped enough in this game to guarantee she will never be a bride--
Which is to say that when he glances up, she meets his eyes and holds that gaze for three seconds, which should be easy enough to translate as permission.
Her leg-- is still broken! But also rather swollen tonight. ]
[With permission, he works swiftly. There isn't much to be done. The leg is swollen, so he enters the bathroom and exits with some towels that he folds to elevate the limb without bending it.]
[He glances at her, accepting the gratitude in silence. Then he leaves the room, leaving the door ajar by an inch as he does, and returns a moment later with a towel and a medium bowl, which he sets down on the nightstand beside the water.]
[ Said dryly, as she leans forward to lift her nightgown up. When the dressing is removed, the area around the wound is a wee bit inflamed from being aggravated. ]
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Rufus can do whatever the hell he wants right now, she's not going to argue. ]
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He leans in to pick her up again, then carries her over to the bed, where he deposits her there with care for her broken leg. He stacks the pillows for her to sit up comfortably. Then he moves down to inspect the leg as promised; the nightgown makes access to the limb easy, but he glances at Dorothy's face first to ensure that this is a good time.]
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Which is to say that when he glances up, she meets his eyes and holds that gaze for three seconds, which should be easy enough to translate as permission.
Her leg-- is still broken! But also rather swollen tonight. ]
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The swelling has gotten worse.
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[ Unintentionally.
Well, and he also just saw the Olympic dash for the bathroom, but apparently this wasn't the first time. ]
... Thank you. [ It's a quieter murmur. ]
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Use this if you feel ill again.
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[ That bowl is probably going to be her best friend for the rest of the night. ]
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[ Said with a groan but a faint smile as she leans back. ]
Also you... don't need to worry about changing the dressing tonight.
[ Saturday can be his day off. ]
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[If she's been throwing up as often as she's implied, the wound may be more than a little unhappy.]
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[ It hurts, but. It doesn't feel like anything reopened?? ]
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[ Said dryly, as she leans forward to lift her nightgown up. When the dressing is removed, the area around the wound is a wee bit inflamed from being aggravated. ]
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He takes a quick peek, because he doesn't have the supplies for a full dressing change.]
It's just inflamed. It should improve with rest.
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[ Which. Valid. ]
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Then I will excuse myself.
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Dorothy is just going to nod wearily and watch him leave. She'll get herself under the blankets eventually and maybe sleep will happen. ]