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[With his head tilted back, Gil can see the redness in the skin and in the whites of his better, and he hates himself for not noticing it before. But then, they're both filthy. Gil is sure that his face is still flushed red against the dirt and grime and bruises that they'd both ended up with from falling debris. Even that isn't an excuse that he's willing to indulge in, though. Not while Oz is blinded and he has no idea what to do about it.]

Wait - wait right here I'll find someone. A doctor, someone will -

[Someone else will know what to do. Meanwhile Gil will just be carefully letting go and trying not to cough as he feels his throat dry up even more.]