[ He absolutely did start to fall promptly, when Jinx clambered over to the vials in the ground, her hands moved quick, but gravity was quicker -- Silco's elbow served to be the thing that saved him, but it's with another violent -- sharp twist of pain. It hurts like fire, from a phantom limb that doesn't exist anymore up his arm and throbbed to every other limb he had. He can only hiss from it, his remaining hand dug at the roots, trying to use them to pull himself up, but it's all he can do to stay like that.
The worst part is, that between the pain, bloodloss, and poison, he can't even think. He's awake purely through pure stubbornness, and most of that is because Jinx had shook him enough to shock him back to wakefulness, but it's a dull sort of feeling. He couldn't even do more than look to the vials, and worry about Jinx.
She's faster than him, before he can even say anything, she's already got the medicine open and --
He does choke, more from shock than anything else, but it's not the worst medicine she's given him (but can anything be more painful than injecting shimmer the way he does?) but before she can panic, he cleared his throat, just fine. Was this going to help? He suspected it would at least be better than dying from starving in a tree's roots, or from blood loss. He swallowed, before he could speak, his voice ragged from breathing too hard, the poison, and pain. ]
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The worst part is, that between the pain, bloodloss, and poison, he can't even think. He's awake purely through pure stubbornness, and most of that is because Jinx had shook him enough to shock him back to wakefulness, but it's a dull sort of feeling. He couldn't even do more than look to the vials, and worry about Jinx.
She's faster than him, before he can even say anything, she's already got the medicine open and --
He does choke, more from shock than anything else, but it's not the worst medicine she's given him (but can anything be more painful than injecting shimmer the way he does?) but before she can panic, he cleared his throat, just fine. Was this going to help? He suspected it would at least be better than dying from starving in a tree's roots, or from blood loss. He swallowed, before he could speak, his voice ragged from breathing too hard, the poison, and pain. ]
I'm fine, Jinx. Take yours.