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[maddest]

[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.

It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.

Not a good day.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I've made worse mistakes than him.

[He admits, groaning as he makes it up straight.]

And I'm not hurt, Zuko.

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

You're coughing up blood, idiot, I'd say that counts as being hurt.

[He lets Break straighten by himself, frowning a little.]

...hn.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I hate to break it to you, but I've been doing that for a few weeks now.

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

Being kicked by Yuca couldn't have helped. Come on, we can go to Unohana's.

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Zuko, come on.

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

What, Break.

[God, he is so not in the mood, just go to the clinic, gdmit.]

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[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow. But for now, get me home, and let me rest.

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[innerfirewithin.livejournal.com]

[... it's useless to argue.]

Fine. Come on.