[ me sweating over my tags like is this an au or a memory IDK ANYTHING ANYMORE
lets his hair be tugged ]
Ya' mean when that whole mess was goin' on? I ain't even gonna pretend I knew what that was about.
[ pulls them into a vision of an alternate universe...
Boothill bursts through the hospital doors, trying to catch his breath. He rushes to the front desk and slams his hands on the counter.
"Karlach ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ! Room ▇▇▇▇ ! I need that visitor's pass, now!"
The receptionist and nurses surrounding him attempt to calm him down, their eyes filled with sympathy. One of them, a male with dark hair cropped to his scalp, quietly leads him on down the hallway.
"I'm so sorry," he says, opening the door to the hospital room. "There was nothing we could do for her. The operation itself was a success, but... I'm afraid the side effects are permanent. She'll have to live this way from now on. You may want to sit down."
"No..." Boothill wipes his face and takes off his cowboy hat from his bald head. He rubs his head too. "I'll be fine. I just gotta see it for myself."
They reach the bed where Karlach lies, reclined and sleeping, hooked up to various machines and IVs. Her face is covered by a piece of cloth.
"Take a deep breath, Mister Hill," the doctor warns softly. He removes the cloth.
Boothill nearly cries out in agony. Beneath that cloth lies the new face of the woman he loves—
no subject
lets his hair be tugged ]
Ya' mean when that whole mess was goin' on? I ain't even gonna pretend I knew what that was about.
[ pulls them into a vision of an alternate universe...
Boothill bursts through the hospital doors, trying to catch his breath. He rushes to the front desk and slams his hands on the counter.
"Karlach ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ! Room ▇▇▇▇ ! I need that visitor's pass, now!"
The receptionist and nurses surrounding him attempt to calm him down, their eyes filled with sympathy. One of them, a male with dark hair cropped to his scalp, quietly leads him on down the hallway.
"I'm so sorry," he says, opening the door to the hospital room. "There was nothing we could do for her. The operation itself was a success, but... I'm afraid the side effects are permanent. She'll have to live this way from now on. You may want to sit down."
"No..." Boothill wipes his face and takes off his cowboy hat from his bald head. He rubs his head too. "I'll be fine. I just gotta see it for myself."
They reach the bed where Karlach lies, reclined and sleeping, hooked up to various machines and IVs. Her face is covered by a piece of cloth.
"Take a deep breath, Mister Hill," the doctor warns softly. He removes the cloth.
Boothill nearly cries out in agony. Beneath that cloth lies the new face of the woman he loves—
No, not Karlach. Karly. ]