Lars sits in his chair, IV attached, looking out at the lake frozen beyond him. He’s been watching the same pair for hours, they keep messing up the same combination and he wishes he could call out to them and show them the link they’re missing. But this is his third stroke and he can barely speak at all now.
Mike rolls up behind him. No problems with his voice and the liver failure means he uses it pretty viciously still. “He needs to catch her with his left hand.” He murmurs. Lars nods gratefully and Mike wheels him inside.
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