[ Krieger apparently did a pretty decent job on his metaphorical wiring, as it turns out, because as soon as the window sash creaks open Barry's head reflexively snaps in the direction of the sound and he sees... Archer, clinging to the dresser, cane nowhere in sight, greyish in the cast of his almost monochromatic night vision. He looks a lot worse than he did a few hours ago, and he sounds a lot worse too.
You should've stayed with him. He could've choked on his own vomit and gone back into a coma or just... died. What's wrong with you? Do you want him to die, deep down?
Barry returns the bookmark on the sheets beside him to its place in When Bad Things Happen to Good People and sets it on the bedside table, then switches on the twin wall lamps directly above to get a better look at him and plants his feet on the carpet. And also to somewhat lessen the chance of Archer stumbling and falling, which could really, seriously fuck up that leg. ]
Jesus, buddy. How did you— [ That's not what matters right now. ] Are you okay?
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You should've stayed with him. He could've choked on his own vomit and gone back into a coma or just... died. What's wrong with you? Do you want him to die, deep down?
Barry returns the bookmark on the sheets beside him to its place in When Bad Things Happen to Good People and sets it on the bedside table, then switches on the twin wall lamps directly above to get a better look at him and plants his feet on the carpet. And also to somewhat lessen the chance of Archer stumbling and falling, which could really, seriously fuck up that leg. ]
Jesus, buddy. How did you— [ That's not what matters right now. ] Are you okay?