[ Said in Santana’s usual blunt tone, but there’s an undercurrent of concern there, too. Feeling like shit is much better than not feeling at all. ]
Just don’t do that again, and we’re cool.
[ Santana leaves Stephen there for a moment to go stick her head in the fridge underneath the bar of espresso machines. There’s sadly no real juice, so Santana instead fills another cup with water and like, a ton of raspberry syrup. It’s gross, but it’s sugary and not too thick. She sticks a little straw in it, then places it on the counter in front of Stephen. ]
Your blood sugar’s probably low, or whatever. We’re gonna need to get you out of here, but you look like you’ll pass out if you stand up, so.
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[ Said in Santana’s usual blunt tone, but there’s an undercurrent of concern there, too. Feeling like shit is much better than not feeling at all. ]
Just don’t do that again, and we’re cool.
[ Santana leaves Stephen there for a moment to go stick her head in the fridge underneath the bar of espresso machines. There’s sadly no real juice, so Santana instead fills another cup with water and like, a ton of raspberry syrup. It’s gross, but it’s sugary and not too thick. She sticks a little straw in it, then places it on the counter in front of Stephen. ]
Your blood sugar’s probably low, or whatever. We’re gonna need to get you out of here, but you look like you’ll pass out if you stand up, so.
[ She gestures at the cup. Time to drink. ]