[ look — usually, he'd be unwilling to even speak. at city hall, he'd told Asher the same thing, to be quiet because talking in a loud voice is the surefire way to get killed. the thing is... the labs have never really been that dangerous. it's a miscalculation brought on by the mistaken sense of surety that the infected are kept in the maternity ward, that the labs have never had anyone else around than those who work there. but as it is... one miscalculation is all it takes.
fortunately, this is not a horror movie, and despite everything, the people outside pass along the hallway until the echo of their footsteps is nothing but a whisper. that's as long as Stiles waits — as soon as he deems it safe, he makes a beeline for Jason. ]
What the hell happened?
[ close like this, his voice is barely there, low and quiet but still enough for Jason to hear as he gestures to the wound, already scanning the tables for disinfectant, something to place on the wound to stop the bleeding. ]
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fortunately, this is not a horror movie, and despite everything, the people outside pass along the hallway until the echo of their footsteps is nothing but a whisper. that's as long as Stiles waits — as soon as he deems it safe, he makes a beeline for Jason. ]
What the hell happened?
[ close like this, his voice is barely there, low and quiet but still enough for Jason to hear as he gestures to the wound, already scanning the tables for disinfectant, something to place on the wound to stop the bleeding. ]