[If Henry were more alert, more aware, he'd feel somewhat bad at having to leave Otonashi to stitch him up on his own, without reassurance or even company.
But that point of death recedes- too fast, unnaturally fast, even with Otonashi's medical support. The odds of survival drifted drastically back in Henry's favor; warmth returned to newly-healed skin, along with color (such as the mage had, anyway). Breathing steadied, and flickers of consciousness came with it, the feeling of arms around him, a familiar voice.
The smell was a little wrong, but maybe it was just all the blood...? Henry's first attempt to speak results in a cough, but when he tries again, it's soft- far softer than his earlier cavalier humor. Unguarded.]
...sorry, Seijuurou. I think I messed up again....
[He's still recovering; the mistake perhaps understandable.]
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But that point of death recedes- too fast, unnaturally fast, even with Otonashi's medical support. The odds of survival drifted drastically back in Henry's favor; warmth returned to newly-healed skin, along with color (such as the mage had, anyway). Breathing steadied, and flickers of consciousness came with it, the feeling of arms around him, a familiar voice.
The smell was a little wrong, but maybe it was just all the blood...? Henry's first attempt to speak results in a cough, but when he tries again, it's soft- far softer than his earlier cavalier humor. Unguarded.]
...sorry, Seijuurou. I think I messed up again....
[He's still recovering; the mistake perhaps understandable.]