[ By the time Atsumu comes to a stop in front of Amos, his breathing is heavy, though years of intense exercise means he doesn't look much worse for the wear other than that. His physical state is one thing, but his emotional state is another matter entirely. Atsumu's brows are knit together in agitation as he looks disbelievingly at Amos asking him a question that fucking casual, considering--
Atsumu's gaze snaps down to Amos' hand taking in the frost-bitten look to his fingers, before he looks back at the man's face with growing disbelief. ]
Yeah, yourself. The hell are you doin' leavin' medical care when you're the one who needs it the most?
[ Not that there is any real cure for the Blight, or that the people inside that clinic could really do anything to help Amos, but still... ]
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Atsumu's gaze snaps down to Amos' hand taking in the frost-bitten look to his fingers, before he looks back at the man's face with growing disbelief. ]
Yeah, yourself. The hell are you doin' leavin' medical care when you're the one who needs it the most?
[ Not that there is any real cure for the Blight, or that the people inside that clinic could really do anything to help Amos, but still... ]