Marius didn’t have the strength to nag over him right now so he stayed on the floor and tried to calm his rattling breath. Seconds passed but nothing changed. His mouth tasted of blood and rot–no, not rot. That was in his mind. But blood, for sure. He was going to throw up if he couldn’t chase away the taste.
“...Is it too late…”
He had to pause and brace himself for a few seconds before he could finish the thought. “...to ask for that water?”
There was an empty mug sitting on the counter by the sink. Marius was fishing through his robes for a stick of gum to chew on–anything to force him to calm down. He pulled out two pieces. The first, he helped himself to. The second, he held out for Celyn. Although, his arm wasn’t quite long enough to make it an easy reach.
It didn’t help that he couldn’t see more than a few splashes of color. He felt washed out and faint, but he was determined to come back quickly. Lukas was sending people here. Maybe they could meet them partway.
If he could get up by then.
Guine