[Levi closes his eyes against the coolness of the cloth. His head feels foggy, and it's getting harder to concentrate on any one thought. Petra, what she's saying, the heavy feeling in his chest and lungs, the dampness at his forehead - they're all sort of fuzzing together.
He exhales, feeling congestion in his chest.]
Thankss...
[Levi turns a little, hand seeking out the water she'd brought.]
no subject
He exhales, feeling congestion in his chest.]
Thankss...
[Levi turns a little, hand seeking out the water she'd brought.]