[Blue gibbers; Turing's panic was becoming his own panic, and he does the complete opposite of relaxing; he scrambles to push himself up on his hands and knees, suddenly feeling the world sway in his head. Ugh--]
That's- you don't have to worry abou-- ngh. [Okay, maybe moving was a bad idea after all. Queasy and nose stuffed from crying was a bad mix.]
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[Blue gibbers; Turing's panic was becoming his own panic, and he does the complete opposite of relaxing; he scrambles to push himself up on his hands and knees, suddenly feeling the world sway in his head. Ugh--]
That's- you don't have to worry abou-- ngh. [Okay, maybe moving was a bad idea after all. Queasy and nose stuffed from crying was a bad mix.]
[Not to mention that swirling pitting in his stomach that wasn't from the nausea. He thought of Turing sort of like a kid protegé, despite, well, everything- so it was pretty pitiful for the ROM to catch him in such a state.] I'm f-fine....