[ While the pain is like fire burning through his side and into his lungs, he focuses on her voice rather than the sensation of drowning and the even weirder sensation of his body healing itself while it's still trying to die, and the whole periphery of his vision going increasingly yellow with dying weeds and grass. He uncurls as much as he's able, holds his breath, and stares up at the weirdly calm sky. It's been like that every day for weeks on end. No change in the direction of the wind, or the clouds, or the temperature, or the rain. Just an eerie calm steel blue: day in, day out.
He tenses at the warning, then remembering his own advice, tries to relax... which he manages for about three seconds through the grating of the blade through muscle and bone before tensing again, inhaling hugely and finding that— hey, he can breathe again, kind of. He coughs with the puff of air, splattering blood all over himself again, but then next breath is deep and clear and no longer full of stomach-shattering pain. He coughs less with each heaved breath, until finally his head drops back as he's able to fully relax, wound healed, pain entirely gone save for a bruise-like warmth under her hand, which his own are still covering, clinging to that softness and warmth that's real and reassuring, and isn't his own insides spilling out. ]
Fuuuuck.
[ Still staring up at the sky, Blackbeard finally sighs the word, and a few after, with exhaustion mixed up in relief. ]
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He tenses at the warning, then remembering his own advice, tries to relax... which he manages for about three seconds through the grating of the blade through muscle and bone before tensing again, inhaling hugely and finding that— hey, he can breathe again, kind of. He coughs with the puff of air, splattering blood all over himself again, but then next breath is deep and clear and no longer full of stomach-shattering pain. He coughs less with each heaved breath, until finally his head drops back as he's able to fully relax, wound healed, pain entirely gone save for a bruise-like warmth under her hand, which his own are still covering, clinging to that softness and warmth that's real and reassuring, and isn't his own insides spilling out. ]
Fuuuuck.
[ Still staring up at the sky, Blackbeard finally sighs the word, and a few after, with exhaustion mixed up in relief. ]
Hated that. Yep.