Having given Yuan the last of the headache medication he had, Asch had left the hotel room with the excuse of getting more. He had really intended to as well, but having decided to get himself a full check-up from Belkend's doctor in the Research Laboratory had worked it's way into his mind, and instead of the quick trip to get the medicine first, he had decided to take care of that before he decided against it.
Now, however, he was almost wishing he hadn't... The news he had gotten from the doctor was certainly not as good as he had been wishing it would be... He could hardly think of anything other than what he had been told... Slowly, he opened the door to the hotel room, getting the door closed behind him before he froze in his tracks in realization... He had forgotten to get the medicine...
Now, however, he was almost wishing he hadn't... The news he had gotten from the doctor was certainly not as good as he had been wishing it would be... He could hardly think of anything other than what he had been told... Slowly, he opened the door to the hotel room, getting the door closed behind him before he froze in his tracks in realization... He had forgotten to get the medicine...
It had been just long enough after he had posted the entry to Yuan for Asch to feel numb. His eyes remained unfocused completely, directed toward a wall as he lay on his side in bed.
Boots, gloves, and tabard all tossed aside, his sword behind the closed door of the bathroom, even his belts tossed over the back of a chair, he would have been comfortable... If he was truly conscious of anything in the room around him. He was hardly aware of the tears that continued to roll slowly down his cheeks. He didn't even feel a desire to cry, though he knew he should feel far more pain than he was at the moment...
He hadn't even taken the time to lock the door to his hotel room... He likely wouldn't react, however, even if someone did enter... Deep down, he could only hope that Yuan showed up soon.
Boots, gloves, and tabard all tossed aside, his sword behind the closed door of the bathroom, even his belts tossed over the back of a chair, he would have been comfortable... If he was truly conscious of anything in the room around him. He was hardly aware of the tears that continued to roll slowly down his cheeks. He didn't even feel a desire to cry, though he knew he should feel far more pain than he was at the moment...
He hadn't even taken the time to lock the door to his hotel room... He likely wouldn't react, however, even if someone did enter... Deep down, he could only hope that Yuan showed up soon.
I... Can't... I can't keep going, here alone...
I... Need you, here...... Please...?
I... Need you, here...... Please...?
- Mood:
sick
... Natalia... I... Have to talk to you...
This is locked...
Please respond...
[OOC: He... He's broken... He needs to explain things to her. .__.]
This is locked...
Please respond...
[OOC: He... He's broken... He needs to explain things to her. .__.]
- Mood:
depressed
OKAY Since everyone else has one of these, I figured I may as well join~
This applies to~
Asch (this journal)
aaaaaaaaaand~
Peony
rappig_royale
Enjoy! XD
This applies to~
Asch (this journal)
aaaaaaaaaand~
Peony
Enjoy! XD
