[Vivi leans over to switch on the small lamp near her bedside, and winces at the sudden flare of too-bright light. She squints at Robin's note, willing her eyes to focus, but her vision remains largely blurry. Still, she can manage to decipher it.]
[Though she finds such a simple question very difficult to answer.]
I...yes. On the draft, I--Mr Bushido-- [This would be difficult to talk about even if she were healthy, but right now it's nearly impossible for her to get her thoughts out in good order. She pauses, squeezing her eyes shut to try and formulate a response, lying back on the pillow as she realizes she's feeling woozy. She lays a weary hand across her eyes to shield them from even the faint light of the lamp through her eyelids.] ...do you know what happened? [Perhaps better to start there.]
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[Though she finds such a simple question very difficult to answer.]
I...yes. On the draft, I--Mr Bushido-- [This would be difficult to talk about even if she were healthy, but right now it's nearly impossible for her to get her thoughts out in good order. She pauses, squeezing her eyes shut to try and formulate a response, lying back on the pillow as she realizes she's feeling woozy. She lays a weary hand across her eyes to shield them from even the faint light of the lamp through her eyelids.] ...do you know what happened? [Perhaps better to start there.]