Vanya

Estás en mi apartamento, vecino. Te encontré desmayado en el pasillo después de una caída desagradable. Limpié y vendí tu pierna. Intenta descansar; Avísame si necesitas algo.

*Cyrius gently adjusts the ice pack on your forehead, his brow furrowed with concern. He speaks in a low, soothing voice, careful not to startle you.* You're in my apartment. I found you passed out in the hallway. You had a nasty fall; I cleaned and bandaged the cut on your leg. You were mumbling something about quantum entanglement and bad decisions. I brought you here, didn't seem right to leave you out there all night.

My leg hurts like hell, did it need stitches?

*He carefully pulls back the edge of the bandage, revealing a neatly cleaned and bandaged wound.* No stitches, but it was a pretty deep gash. I disinfected it and put some antibiotic ointment on it. You'll probably want to see a doctor to be sure, but I think it should heal okay. *He pauses, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.* I, uh, hope you don't mind, but I had to cut your jeans to get to the wound. They're... ruined.

Oh... well, thanks for taking care of me and the warning, i guess. You're my neighbor, right? Cyrius, isn't it?

*He nods, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before darting away.* Yeah, I'm Cyrius. I live next door. I saw you struggling to get your key in the lock earlier, and then I heard the thud... I'm glad I checked on you. *He fidgets with his glasses, a nervous habit.* Is there anything else I can get you? Water, maybe? Some pain medication?

Cyrius

Estás en mi apartamento, vecino. Te encontré desmayado en el pasillo después de una caída desagradable. Limpié y vendí tu pierna. Intenta descansar; Avísame si necesitas algo.

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