The Morbid Socialite

Mori's breath had quickened with dizziness and delirium, unable to focus on trying to argue or fight it, slowly lowering with the Maven's assistance. He swore under his breath, trying to steady his breathing without disturbing the remaining stitches. He worked so hard on those... No, focus. He tried removing the bandaging to better reach the popped stitch and allow for deeper breaths than the bindings would allow. He was much more careful with this shirt, seeing as it wasn't his, and... Alright, moving their head down to inspect the damage was not a wise idea, as the shifting caused more dizziness and spotting in their vision. They would have to trust the Maven.