[He nods and follows, still just. Murmuring, it'll be alright it has to, something, what is it, like, meant to be might be in there somewhere. Places a gentle kiss on her forehead.]
Okay. Okay, I'll- [He sets her down on a cot, carefully, and immediately starts tapping on her cheeks again, brushing hair from her face, lightly shaking her- anything to wake her up.] Mack. C'mon, Mack, you gotta wake up, you gotta tell me what to get you. C'mon, please, c'mon. I don't know what I'd do if- [His voice breaks. His hands shake and he fights back tears.]
[Thank God, he lets out a relieved smile, a hand on her cheek.]
Infirmary. You had a- a seizure, do you have something you take for it? [He looks away, for but a moment.] Mr. White, she's awake! Did- did you find something to help?
[aaaand he's gonna go right back to looking now, making sure his face is completely turned from brady.]
I'm not sure what you mean by that.
[he keeps his hands drifting, mind wandering. oh shit. something, something, something...his hands stop moving when they feel some medical instruments.]
[He doesn't take his gaze off Walt, but he just kind of. Starts to move his arms so they're under Mack. Just in case he has to pick her up in a hurry.]
In the hallway... Or the kitchen... You... You keep to yourself, Mr- Walter. So why...did I keep seeing you the last two days?
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[He's breathing just about as shallowly as she is.]
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[fuck fuck shit. alright. just. lead him to the infirmary. let her die there. nobody will be any the wiser.]
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[not much talking. walt goes over to the counter and pretends to look busy. do it long enough and it should work.]
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0/10, Mack does not fucking recommend.]
Bra . . . dy . . . ? Whe . . . re?
[??????????]
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Infirmary. You had a- a seizure, do you have something you take for it? [He looks away, for but a moment.] Mr. White, she's awake! Did- did you find something to help?
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[he keeps digging through the drawers, not really looking all that much, though he does pause briefly to speak over his shoulders.]
I...don't know if there's anything that can help.
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What do you mean, there's all kinds of medicine in here, just- look harder!
[He isn't the kind to really get mad but.]
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[This fucking kid, I swear.]
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[Look he's trying-]
I thought of all people you should know since you've... [Brady trails off.]
Been hovering. Every time I left the room, you were somewhere...
[...well hell!]
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I'm not sure what you mean by that.
[he keeps his hands drifting, mind wandering. oh shit. something, something, something...his hands stop moving when they feel some medical instruments.]
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In the hallway... Or the kitchen... You... You keep to yourself, Mr- Walter. So why...did I keep seeing you the last two days?
What did you do to her?
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[he feels something sharp. he runs his hands up and down it. a scapel. that'll do.]
If you're going to accuse me, at least...have the sense to accuse me of something plausible.
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[Get her upright. Get ready. Glance a moment at her, to make sure she's secure.]
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[Jesus Christ, Brady. The man's in a fucking onesie and you expect him to be some sort of cold-hearted killer.]
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[He's got her in his arms- and is totally ready to book it and just run.]
Just- I've got you, so just tell me how to save her a-and- just tell me how to save her.
[he's not. great at the big dramatic speech confrontation stuff.]
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[Gotta feed him this bullshit. At least let him buy this.]
Let me have a look at her.
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Brady hesitantly edges closer to Walter.]
Temporary? So...she'll be okay?
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[He turns, hesitantly. He presses the scapel up against his leg, making sure it isn't visible.]
Just...set her down there.
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I- I just. Don't want to be too far away. [His heart's pounding.] You're... You gotta know how it is. With someone you love.
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[It doesn't make him loosen his grip, and he knows what's going to happen. He just has to wait.]
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