[There's an almost animalistic exhale as Beel sees the gum pack and zeros in on it, darting forward in bed to grab for several sticks at once, one of which goes straight into his mouth without even removing the wrapper or even being chewed, swallowed whole.
It takes him a visible moment of painful restraint to not repeat with the rest, trying to at least undo the wrappers.]
Need more. Haven't eaten. [It's been at least a few hours? It feels... about right, for how much it's starting to hurt, how hard it's getting to think. But he CAN think. But he's hungry. But he wants to talk. But he's hungry--
...
"Did a number?" He wants to ask. But his focus is so drawn on the gum that it can't quite come out the way he wants.]
I don't remember. He was dead. My stomach hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn't swallow or breathe. And then I woke up.
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It takes him a visible moment of painful restraint to not repeat with the rest, trying to at least undo the wrappers.]
Need more. Haven't eaten. [It's been at least a few hours? It feels... about right, for how much it's starting to hurt, how hard it's getting to think. But he CAN think. But he's hungry. But he wants to talk. But he's hungry--
...
"Did a number?" He wants to ask. But his focus is so drawn on the gum that it can't quite come out the way he wants.]
I don't remember. He was dead. My stomach hurt. Everything hurt. I couldn't swallow or breathe. And then I woke up.