[ Tim exits his bathroom stumbling, precious hours removed from the attack. Stable enough to be left alone for however long it takes Hawk to get to the clinic for more supplies, but in no state to brace himself against the side of the dresser and see Embry looting around in there. When is Hawk going to learn to lock that damn door? ]
What are you doing?
[ He asks with gravel in his voice, courtesy of the freakish new strength of Alicent's hands, still outlined in red on his throat. Tim's in his underwear, because he was in bed and only got up to use the bathroom, and sporting all kinds of bruises and bumps. That handprint, a black eye, bruising on his ribs, a bandage on his neck that's bleeding through. Hence the supply run. ]
Hello? Hey!
[ Hawk's underwear drawer? Really? Tim grunts and steps forward, wobbly on his feet like a baby deer, and shoves him. ]
Embry! What the hell? This is a bad time, alright?
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What are you doing?
[ He asks with gravel in his voice, courtesy of the freakish new strength of Alicent's hands, still outlined in red on his throat. Tim's in his underwear, because he was in bed and only got up to use the bathroom, and sporting all kinds of bruises and bumps. That handprint, a black eye, bruising on his ribs, a bandage on his neck that's bleeding through. Hence the supply run. ]
Hello? Hey!
[ Hawk's underwear drawer? Really? Tim grunts and steps forward, wobbly on his feet like a baby deer, and shoves him. ]
Embry! What the hell? This is a bad time, alright?