[ all marta knows is it's quiet — that time in the day where there's a strange lull that seems both infinite and fleeting at once. his words come to her during her attempt to fill the space with another book, in such broken pieces that worry is inevitable. ]
Kovacs?
[ whether or not that translates to a text back, she doesn't know. she's already on her feet, blinking away the last few words from his message — dying, no time — hoping neither are true.
there are only two places she can think to look for him, but he couldn't have been in the infirmary where she'd just been. fortunately she remembers the way to his room, busting in with a lot less grace in her haste. ]
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Kovacs?
[ whether or not that translates to a text back, she doesn't know. she's already on her feet, blinking away the last few words from his message — dying, no time — hoping neither are true.
there are only two places she can think to look for him, but he couldn't have been in the infirmary where she'd just been. fortunately she remembers the way to his room, busting in with a lot less grace in her haste. ]
Kovacs!