Sans takes the cup and sets it carefully on the bedside table. A quick glance inside is enough to verify that any metallic taste is, indeed, from Neil's blood. He makes a face - yuck.
"there are a few people in the castle who can heal. unfortunately, i'm not one of 'em." A fact that he regrets more and more by the day. "maybe they can at least take the edge off the pain. how were you keeping it quiet before?" comparing what he knows now to what he'd seen and hadn't thought about before, it seems obvious that Neil isn't just recently sick.
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Date: 2016-03-23 07:21 pm (UTC)"there are a few people in the castle who can heal. unfortunately, i'm not one of 'em." A fact that he regrets more and more by the day. "maybe they can at least take the edge off the pain. how were you keeping it quiet before?" comparing what he knows now to what he'd seen and hadn't thought about before, it seems obvious that Neil isn't just recently sick.