[Kevas is finally out and about although he's feeling just a miserable as before. His head is pounding, he goes from freezing cold to boiling hot, his body will start shaking at times, and for someone who's green everyday of the year he's looking awfully pale. At least he's moving though.]
This fucking sucks.
[That's all he says and that's all he
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You...don't look so good. Do you need help?
[We're all in the same ship, here, and that Quarian sense of community is overwhelming. When faced with an obviously unhealthy crew member, regardless of station or relation, you stop to help.]
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Yeah, joo could shoot me. Dat would make me feel a lot bettah.
[He's not even sure if he's joking about that anymore.]
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[There's a glow around her hand and forearm as she waves it in his general direction. Her omnitool chirps as sophisticated top-of-the-line Quarian medical programs go to work on the data she's just scanned from Kevas.]
What's wrong with- Oh. I see.
[Levo-protein and showing the classic signs of addiction withdrawal.]
I'm sorry, I really can't do that. If it's any consolation, you'll probably start feeling better on your own, in a week or two.
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[Kevas eyes that glowing thing around her arm curiously. He's sure he's seen that before but he can't remember where. Thinking is a bit hard for him right now.]
Yeah, joo and everymon else here.
[He laughs without any real mirth.]
Yeah. Just a few weeks. Right.
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[All the confidence in the world, right here.]
Dying isn't going to solve anything. You should probably be drinking water, in the meantime.
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Oh do jah now? So joo be knowin' what it be like to drink all joor life only to be forced to stop cold turkey? Den I be eaguh fuh joor fuckin' expuhtise!
[Kevas rolls his eyes.]
Oh of course, watah. Why da hell didn't I t'ink of dat?
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