( Clarke nods quickly at the assessment, allowing her coughing fit to roll through her before she moves. it's not- a thought or a conscious decision, it's simply instinct that brings her to her knees next to him, hands reaching for him.
her chest is on fire, burns hot beneath her clothes and rakes its way up her throat. she reaches for him then, a hand pressed to his stomach and the other up at the base of his neck. she'll have to stop the poison and then heal what its already eaten away, but the blood is rising in her throat again and she has to lean to the side to cough it on the floor, to clear her throat so she can use her magic. )
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her chest is on fire, burns hot beneath her clothes and rakes its way up her throat. she reaches for him then, a hand pressed to his stomach and the other up at the base of his neck. she'll have to stop the poison and then heal what its already eaten away, but the blood is rising in her throat again and she has to lean to the side to cough it on the floor, to clear her throat so she can use her magic. )
Don't move, okay?