[ Vasiliy's eyes open immediately as the other begins to thrash in what immediately registers to him, even in the low light, as a grand mal seizure. He'd said it presented like this when the creature left him in the night, but it's different, and far more distressing, to actually see it: no longer an abstract concept of a medical phenomenon represented by an anonymous body in his mind, instead the figure of someone he cares for very deeply contorted and convulsing, gagging, struggling to breathe.
He doesn't have the luxury of panicking, though. Vasiliy quickly turns him onto his side, fighting the resistance of rigid limbs—he'll breathe better that way, and if he vomits while the creature is coming up, he's less likely to choke on it—and slips the pillow that got shoved to the side back under his head. ]
Easy, Kostya. Easy. You're alright. [ He has no idea whether Kostya can hear him or not; sometimes people can and sometimes they can't, and that's without the additional variable of an alien and an unknown neurotoxin at play. Maybe he's saying it for his own benefit, to calm himself down as he rests a steadying hand on the man's shoulder, feeling the rigid muscles contract over and over under his palm. ]
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He doesn't have the luxury of panicking, though. Vasiliy quickly turns him onto his side, fighting the resistance of rigid limbs—he'll breathe better that way, and if he vomits while the creature is coming up, he's less likely to choke on it—and slips the pillow that got shoved to the side back under his head. ]
Easy, Kostya. Easy. You're alright. [ He has no idea whether Kostya can hear him or not; sometimes people can and sometimes they can't, and that's without the additional variable of an alien and an unknown neurotoxin at play. Maybe he's saying it for his own benefit, to calm himself down as he rests a steadying hand on the man's shoulder, feeling the rigid muscles contract over and over under his palm. ]