God, [ there's a hint of a laugh there, somewhere ] I forgot how sensitive your nose was.
[ Typical bedside manner would assume a gasp and relieved joy when a coma patient got up, but Matt had never smelled like he was in trouble. He'd just smelled like he needed rest.
Now he's up-- even if that's in the most basic sense of the word-- and Logan puts the cigar out into the ash tray he'd taken with him to sit by the window. ]
Sorry about the smell, kid. [ Pause. ] You want water?
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[ Typical bedside manner would assume a gasp and relieved joy when a coma patient got up, but Matt had never smelled like he was in trouble. He'd just smelled like he needed rest.
Now he's up-- even if that's in the most basic sense of the word-- and Logan puts the cigar out into the ash tray he'd taken with him to sit by the window. ]
Sorry about the smell, kid. [ Pause. ] You want water?