[ someone had suggested he go to the hospital — no, Stiles responded, they've got their hands full already. another suggested he go rest back in the dorms — no, Stiles responded, I've got work to do.
and he did — he does. only the work he has to do is not writing papers or even going to help the police officers with their already-crippling workload; he heads to the city, to Woodhurst Watch, to the city hall, to any place that might give him clues.
(driving his jeep is still a struggle, even with the bandages; when he walks, every other step he feels like his head spins, or maybe it's the world that's spinning. he ignores the looks he gets from the locals because of the bruises he has — everyone has more or less bruises, now. it's nothing.
it's nothing.)
he barely makes it back to his car before collapsing, slumping on the floor of his car, nearly knocking his already-broken arm on the open car door. to the flash of gold that's suddenly appearing in his vision as he tries to look up, he mutters, ]
GIORNO ➙ march 18
and he did — he does. only the work he has to do is not writing papers or even going to help the police officers with their already-crippling workload; he heads to the city, to Woodhurst Watch, to the city hall, to any place that might give him clues.
(driving his jeep is still a struggle, even with the bandages; when he walks, every other step he feels like his head spins, or maybe it's the world that's spinning. he ignores the looks he gets from the locals because of the bruises he has — everyone has more or less bruises, now. it's nothing.
it's nothing.)
he barely makes it back to his car before collapsing, slumping on the floor of his car, nearly knocking his already-broken arm on the open car door. to the flash of gold that's suddenly appearing in his vision as he tries to look up, he mutters, ]
If I told you I'm fine, would you believe me?