The first force back of acid water into his mouth only forced another to follow in a greater quantity, as did the next swallow as well. Sephiroth's stomach growled in the silence between them as she halted, as he had requested, and went about steadying the needle in a clear part of his skin before heading away. He made a muffled noise through set jaw, and forced as much of his self-control inwards that he could afford to. There was nothing to be brought up, after all, from a stomach that hardly ate anything in this place.
He hardly noticed at all once she reached up and draped her jacket over his head, except for the instant calming effect to his concentration the darkness provided. Eyes were kept downcast on the floor, pointedly away from his arm that still miraculously was held steady. A few long deep gulps of the air inside, and he seemed to calm some more even as Elena moved around him to fetch the wastebasket and then finally the requested glass of water.
The jacket smelled like her, so enveloping that if Sephiroth closed his eyes he could imagine reliving a time which their scents were so mingled. How he had been strung along after it like a lost puppy not wanting to be left alone. The memories were quick to rush to the surface behind his eyes but Sephiroth focused his attention on steady breathing, he was much too nauseous in that moment to think too heavily into it. He recalled what he knew already of field medicine from a time long ago and it helped him to just accept; it was helping him feel better after all.
He was almost startled from his calming reverie by the tap of a cool glass against the back of his hand that was still gripping at his glove in his lap. Instinctively eyes flicked up between silver and jacket material, seeing her arm there only before slowly opening his hand and turning it to take the glass from her. He held it firmly, not as shakily between his thumb and a couple of forefingers before raising it to his lips inside the cavern of darkness he'd been placed in.
A couple of slow sips later and he lowered it for her to take, he couldn't very well reach for the table nearby and keep his half-stitched up forearm steady at the same time.
"Thanks." A word lesser spoken from him, mumbled down between them.
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He hardly noticed at all once she reached up and draped her jacket over his head, except for the instant calming effect to his concentration the darkness provided. Eyes were kept downcast on the floor, pointedly away from his arm that still miraculously was held steady. A few long deep gulps of the air inside, and he seemed to calm some more even as Elena moved around him to fetch the wastebasket and then finally the requested glass of water.
The jacket smelled like her, so enveloping that if Sephiroth closed his eyes he could imagine reliving a time which their scents were so mingled. How he had been strung along after it like a lost puppy not wanting to be left alone. The memories were quick to rush to the surface behind his eyes but Sephiroth focused his attention on steady breathing, he was much too nauseous in that moment to think too heavily into it. He recalled what he knew already of field medicine from a time long ago and it helped him to just accept; it was helping him feel better after all.
He was almost startled from his calming reverie by the tap of a cool glass against the back of his hand that was still gripping at his glove in his lap. Instinctively eyes flicked up between silver and jacket material, seeing her arm there only before slowly opening his hand and turning it to take the glass from her. He held it firmly, not as shakily between his thumb and a couple of forefingers before raising it to his lips inside the cavern of darkness he'd been placed in.
A couple of slow sips later and he lowered it for her to take, he couldn't very well reach for the table nearby and keep his half-stitched up forearm steady at the same time.
"Thanks." A word lesser spoken from him, mumbled down between them.