[Stephen...despite himself...manages a sort of laugh. It's more a shake of his shoulders than anything else and a strangled sort of noise, but it seems like it might have been an attempt at one - and not a fake one, either. He turns his head to look at her, and manages a weak smile, as well]
Better stay awake, then, huh?
[He wants to scream. It practically hurts too much to scream. As it is, he's pale, some sweat on his brow from the strain and the emotional shock of realizing how close he was to death. Is.]
...how bad is it? Be real with me.
[Don't sugar coat it, Santana. If anyone's gonna give it to him straight, you will.]
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Better stay awake, then, huh?
[He wants to scream. It practically hurts too much to scream. As it is, he's pale, some sweat on his brow from the strain and the emotional shock of realizing how close he was to death. Is.]
...how bad is it? Be real with me.
[Don't sugar coat it, Santana. If anyone's gonna give it to him straight, you will.]