(This is just a snippet I'm typing directly into the comment box, don't let this put anyone off actually digging into this prompt rather than being "ooh Shen Wei falling over!")
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Zhao Yunlan looks at Shen Wei, grinning, but Shen Wei has his head down and his eyes closed, a deep furrow of concentration between his brows. And, okay, Zhao Yunlan's not complaining because this gives him a long moment to just study Shen Wei, to drink in the sight of him after days in the dark -- the moment Shen Wei opens his eyes and realises then there's going to be fuss, from him and the rest of the team, and a lot of noise, and it will be a while before he has this opportunity again to just... see.
But then Shen Wei opens his eyes, and there's a moment where he blinks hard, and then he lifts his head and says, somewhat vaguely, "Did it work?" like Zhao Yunlan's expression doesn't tell him. But then, he's not looking quite at Zhao Yunlan. He's looking off to the side, very slightly.
"It worked," Zhao Yunlan says, and Shen Wei finally looks at him and smiles. "Good," he says. "I'm glad." There's something... a little unfocused about his expression.
Zhao Yunlan's smile falls a little. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Shen Wei reaches out a hand to his side, like he's searching for the support of the wall. Which is near him, but not quite in that direction. And he stumbles --
Zhao Yunlan is moving before his brain has quite caught up, but he isn't quite quick enough. Shen Wei takes a step like the floor's tilting underneath him and his knee folds, and then the rest of him. Zhao Yunlan is at least in time to catch his shoulder before his head can smack against the floor.
"Shen Wei!" he says, "What is it?"
Shen Wei shakes his head and then coughs. It clearly takes him by surprise, so that he doesn't get his forearm in front of his mouth in time to muffle the first one, and blood splatters against the floor.
"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan has him by the shoulders, holding him up, leaning close. "Shen Wei, are you okay --" although he's not, of course he's not.
Shen Wei coughs, and coughs, and swallows heavily. When he lowers his sleeve it's stained with red where blood leaked between his lips. "I --" he tries. He looks up, but not at Zhao Yunlan.
"Shen Wei," Zhao Yunlan says, again, and it's again as he speaks that Shen Wei finally looks towards him, but his eyes are oddly unfocused.
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says, and pats his hand against Zhao Yunlan's arm a couple of times before gripping tightly.
Zhao Yunlan -- swallows, although his throat is suddenly locked tight. "Shen Wei," he says. Quietly, calmly, because there is no other option. "Can you see?"
"No," Shen Wei says. And his tone is just the same, calm and quiet and utterly, utterly brittle. "But it's -- it will be all right." And of all things, he tries to smile, and Zhao Yunlan instantly regrets every time over the last few days he'd smiled insincerely, hoping that it was enough of a sticking plaster to hide the gaping wound. If it had looked like this...
"No," Zhao Yunlan whispers. "No, no, no --"
Shen Wei, pale, blood on his lips, keeps on trying to smile. "But you can see?" he asks. "It worked?"
"Yes," Zhao Yunlan whispers. Although worked has become the last word he would use.
"Good," Shen Wei says, with a stubbornness that dares Zhao Yunlan to argue. He lists again, sinking further into Zhao Yunlan's arms.
It isn't. It isn't.
"We'll fix this," Zhao Yunlan says, desperately determined, and if he isn't allowed to argue than Shen Wei isn't, either.
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Date: 2019-10-02 04:58 pm (UTC)-
Zhao Yunlan looks at Shen Wei, grinning, but Shen Wei has his head down and his eyes closed, a deep furrow of concentration between his brows. And, okay, Zhao Yunlan's not complaining because this gives him a long moment to just study Shen Wei, to drink in the sight of him after days in the dark -- the moment Shen Wei opens his eyes and realises then there's going to be fuss, from him and the rest of the team, and a lot of noise, and it will be a while before he has this opportunity again to just... see.
But then Shen Wei opens his eyes, and there's a moment where he blinks hard, and then he lifts his head and says, somewhat vaguely, "Did it work?" like Zhao Yunlan's expression doesn't tell him. But then, he's not looking quite at Zhao Yunlan. He's looking off to the side, very slightly.
"It worked," Zhao Yunlan says, and Shen Wei finally looks at him and smiles. "Good," he says. "I'm glad." There's something... a little unfocused about his expression.
Zhao Yunlan's smile falls a little. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Shen Wei reaches out a hand to his side, like he's searching for the support of the wall. Which is near him, but not quite in that direction. And he stumbles --
Zhao Yunlan is moving before his brain has quite caught up, but he isn't quite quick enough. Shen Wei takes a step like the floor's tilting underneath him and his knee folds, and then the rest of him. Zhao Yunlan is at least in time to catch his shoulder before his head can smack against the floor.
"Shen Wei!" he says, "What is it?"
Shen Wei shakes his head and then coughs. It clearly takes him by surprise, so that he doesn't get his forearm in front of his mouth in time to muffle the first one, and blood splatters against the floor.
"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan has him by the shoulders, holding him up, leaning close. "Shen Wei, are you okay --" although he's not, of course he's not.
Shen Wei coughs, and coughs, and swallows heavily. When he lowers his sleeve it's stained with red where blood leaked between his lips. "I --" he tries. He looks up, but not at Zhao Yunlan.
"Shen Wei," Zhao Yunlan says, again, and it's again as he speaks that Shen Wei finally looks towards him, but his eyes are oddly unfocused.
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says, and pats his hand against Zhao Yunlan's arm a couple of times before gripping tightly.
Zhao Yunlan -- swallows, although his throat is suddenly locked tight. "Shen Wei," he says. Quietly, calmly, because there is no other option. "Can you see?"
"No," Shen Wei says. And his tone is just the same, calm and quiet and utterly, utterly brittle. "But it's -- it will be all right." And of all things, he tries to smile, and Zhao Yunlan instantly regrets every time over the last few days he'd smiled insincerely, hoping that it was enough of a sticking plaster to hide the gaping wound. If it had looked like this...
"No," Zhao Yunlan whispers. "No, no, no --"
Shen Wei, pale, blood on his lips, keeps on trying to smile. "But you can see?" he asks. "It worked?"
"Yes," Zhao Yunlan whispers. Although worked has become the last word he would use.
"Good," Shen Wei says, with a stubbornness that dares Zhao Yunlan to argue. He lists again, sinking further into Zhao Yunlan's arms.
It isn't. It isn't.
"We'll fix this," Zhao Yunlan says, desperately determined, and if he isn't allowed to argue than Shen Wei isn't, either.