[Hong Kong drags himself up as well a little more hurriedly. B-bandaids... He stares a bit longer before it finally clicks in his brain and he starts tearing through cupboards and drawers, throwing things aside as he looks. Eventually he has a pot of water set to boil on the stove, the sewing kit he made up earlier in the week, a towel and he drags the curtains off the wall.]
S-sit down.
[And he'll. Do things... Some sort of things. He's still not quite sure.]
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S-sit down.
[And he'll. Do things... Some sort of things. He's still not quite sure.]