[ It's not the first time he's had something come up in this fashion, but it definitely doesn't feel anything like the Unversed. That isn't what makes him flinch so much as the hand on his low spine— the last time someone touched him there it had been a boot turning him over. He's never had someone try to comfort him through anything in his life, and as such, doesn't understand what this guy is trying to do.
With a wheeze, Vanitas staggers away again, putting the chair between himself and the doctor. He presses his hand to his belly, the cramp in it worse now, compounded with the raw feeling in his throat. ]
What'd you do to me?
[ He sounds angry, but there's something like fear in his eyes. ]
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With a wheeze, Vanitas staggers away again, putting the chair between himself and the doctor. He presses his hand to his belly, the cramp in it worse now, compounded with the raw feeling in his throat. ]
What'd you do to me?
[ He sounds angry, but there's something like fear in his eyes. ]