[Eridan offered Gamzee a thin smile and shrugged again, swaying a little. Adrenaline is a bitch, when it floods you and then abandons you. He shakes his head.]

So. Infirmary.

Infirmary.

[Eridan sighs and reaches out to hold up his patched up self, like he remembers, holding him up by the side that's missing an arm, curling his own around his waist. Eridan sighs back and whines a bit.]

Can we even take the lift?

C'mon, we like stairs. Stairs make sense.

[He looks over at Gamzee, asking because he should, he remembers. He grins wryly, following the script, grateful for the script.]

I'm sorry, wanna come with us, Gam?