05-05-2017, 04:36 AM
A quiet gasp was heard by Dave in the middle of his turn. The first instinct was to grab Noah's hand and he felt the other squeezed on it tight as he once again scrunched up his face. He was definitely in pain now. Dave paused and drank from teh cup, buying time for Noah but he soon had to resume. He released his hand and continued on, and Noah was writing with trembling hands, his writings barely eligible as he could only spare a hand now, his other clutching so tight on his belly.
