Birkin immediately dropped the scalpel into his labcoat pocket. "Why do you think I'm upset? You just tried to..." He shut his mouth. No use getting angry, really. There was no chance Stein would understand in this state. Birkin sighed, and wiped some of the blood off Stein's forehead with his thumb.
"And he isn't going to cut out your brain. You are - no, not are, were." He really didn't want to have to stay awake and keep an eye on Stein all night. But then what else could he do? Call a hotline? Birkin scoffed to himself. "Your brain is fine. It's just the madness wave. That's why I'm taking you home with me."
He leaned in and kissed Stein on the cheek. "You're going to be fine. I promise." Though at this point, Birkin honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure who he was really telling that to.
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Date: 2009-11-15 05:04 am (UTC)"And he isn't going to cut out your brain. You are - no, not are, were." He really didn't want to have to stay awake and keep an eye on Stein all night. But then what else could he do? Call a hotline? Birkin scoffed to himself. "Your brain is fine. It's just the madness wave. That's why I'm taking you home with me."
He leaned in and kissed Stein on the cheek. "You're going to be fine. I promise." Though at this point, Birkin honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure who he was really telling that to.