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He has his head tipped back against the counter to keep it steady. Everything feels too heavy and movement occasionally makes his head swim with pain. In the back of his head is a whisper that he has to move sooner or later, that passing out here would be a really bad idea. That he needs to find a potion or hope someone will find him. Jim. It would only be Jim.

It's just a question of whether he's more willing to face this agony or the look on his husband's face.

The manic laughter has died out of his sobs, his gulped breaths slowing as the pain and exhaustion take over. That's when he hears the sound of boots and knows the choice has been made for him.

The light is sudden and far too bright. Felix flinches, squinting up at Jim's horrified expression. It turns out his heart can sink even further. The Imperial struggles to push himself up, not to look quite so pathetic, to reassure his beloved at least a little. Wipes at his face with an awkward sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I really am I'm so sorry..." He looks so frightened. So hurt. Because of Felix, again. "I thought- I thought I could do it safely, I swear-"