He's not wounded. This is Guts. Grab him if he starts to fall over. What kind of ridiculous metabolism...
[Emily's already trying to steer Guts back to bed.]
Shh. Casca had to step out. Everything's fine.
[He won't understand a real explanation right now and there's a good chance he won't even remember the conversation five minutes from now and will ask the same question again. And again. And again.
It's a shame she can't re-anesthetize patients to shut them up. It's just kicking the can down the road.]
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[Emily's already trying to steer Guts back to bed.]
Shh. Casca had to step out. Everything's fine.
[He won't understand a real explanation right now and there's a good chance he won't even remember the conversation five minutes from now and will ask the same question again. And again. And again.
It's a shame she can't re-anesthetize patients to shut them up. It's just kicking the can down the road.]