[ if she were conscious, she'd likely be more surprised by his reaction, maybe; by the careful way with which he holds her in his arms. this sort of gentle urgency is foreign to her, having been deprived of it while growing up and even now, as an adult. perhaps it's a good thing, then, that she's unaware, completely still in his arms as he takes them to the infirmary.
the first nurse who spots them takes one look at clorinde before ushering them into the last remaining room, having just been vacated by the previous patient. she quickly explains the hanahaki illness to wriothesley and takes clorinde's pulse before informing him that she's fine, just fatigued. she hands him a box of condoms and a bottle of water, making sure they stay hydrated before leaving.
clorinde is slow to stir at first, blinking beneath the harsh florescent lights as she takes stock of her surroundings. her throat is sore, but otherwise feels nothing else out of the ordinary, her eyes eventually finding him. ]
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the first nurse who spots them takes one look at clorinde before ushering them into the last remaining room, having just been vacated by the previous patient. she quickly explains the hanahaki illness to wriothesley and takes clorinde's pulse before informing him that she's fine, just fatigued. she hands him a box of condoms and a bottle of water, making sure they stay hydrated before leaving.
clorinde is slow to stir at first, blinking beneath the harsh florescent lights as she takes stock of her surroundings. her throat is sore, but otherwise feels nothing else out of the ordinary, her eyes eventually finding him. ]
Wriothesley—?