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Abarat sighed. "I'm sorry, Cas." He mentally cursed himself. "If only I were there sooner."
Abarat sighed. "I'm sorry, Cas." He mentally cursed himself. "If only I were there sooner."
"It's… it's not your fault…" He whispered. "It's theirs."
"Still," Abarat looked up and down at Cas, grimacing every time his eyes saw another injury. He groaned, "If there's anything at all I can do for you, please tell me."
"Unless you can magically heal wounds or general trauma, I think we're out of luck…" Cas coughed again, rubbing his raw throat with one hand.
(funny you should mention that, he's actually a really good healer in my world)
Abarat slouched, groaning when he did. He bit his tongue, however, and asked Cas, "You don't want any cough drops?" He slightly chuckled
(Lmao)
"Dunno if it'd help, but I guess it wouldn't hurt." Cas sighed, his eyes shifting in and out of focus.
Abarat smirked and opened the nightstand (table… thingy) next to Cas' bed. He rummaged around and held up a package of cough drops. "It's already ready for ya."
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