[For what it's worth, Dahngrest knows how to take care of its own - and without any assistance from the Empire, its healing tactics are different. Highly efficient in their own way, which is necessary due to the occasional violent outbreaks and the fact that more than a few of its denizens do unfathomably dangerous things for fun; quite frankly, it's an angle Alexei had never really considered with regards to the guilds, but he's likely going to be thinking about it for a while in the coming days given that this is currently the reason he's not outright dying now. Stabilization, at the very least, was ensured rather quickly; he's not really aware of it now, but he'll be grateful for it later.
Right now there's... Well, there's pain, and breathing still isn't great, and he's having some difficulty staying awake; he's trying really hard to focus and not let his mind wander, because when his mind wanders it goes to places he hasn't been in years, as immediate and sharp as though they were yesterday. His thoughts go to the tower, and to being told that all of his men are dead, and to knowing that he should be dead with them; there had been pain like this then, too, and there are flashbacks now that are just making it harder to breathe, and every time he sleeps that focus slips and it's... It's not something he can handle a second time, not right now, anyway, and-
...And then there's yelling, because the Don can't do anything quietly if he tried, and those girls are managing to look both awkward and apologetic as they're leaving the flowers off (he'll recognize them later, once he thinks about it, but right now they're just...girls that are here, also with flowers), and then there's Yeager because why wouldn't there be Yeager.
He can think of a lot of reasons why Yeager wouldn't be here, actually, but he's not going to try to sort through them right now; the fact of the matter is that he's just grateful to see someone familiar. He's lying back and his breathing is still labored, but like hell if he isn't going to try to at least stay awake.]
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Right now there's... Well, there's pain, and breathing still isn't great, and he's having some difficulty staying awake; he's trying really hard to focus and not let his mind wander, because when his mind wanders it goes to places he hasn't been in years, as immediate and sharp as though they were yesterday. His thoughts go to the tower, and to being told that all of his men are dead, and to knowing that he should be dead with them; there had been pain like this then, too, and there are flashbacks now that are just making it harder to breathe, and every time he sleeps that focus slips and it's... It's not something he can handle a second time, not right now, anyway, and-
...And then there's yelling, because the Don can't do anything quietly if he tried, and those girls are managing to look both awkward and apologetic as they're leaving the flowers off (he'll recognize them later, once he thinks about it, but right now they're just...girls that are here, also with flowers), and then there's Yeager because why wouldn't there be Yeager.
He can think of a lot of reasons why Yeager wouldn't be here, actually, but he's not going to try to sort through them right now; the fact of the matter is that he's just grateful to see someone familiar. He's lying back and his breathing is still labored, but like hell if he isn't going to try to at least stay awake.]
...It seems he's still not pleased to see you.
[The Don.]