Alright. Just- [Admittedly, he'd only seen a swash of bandages wrapped around the guy's torso, but it's enough to suggest that whatever is underneath is sizeable. Noctis figures he doesn't need medical expertise to know that it's "going to pass." In the same hand, he'd also said that he wasn't going to pry. They don't know one another, he doesn't even know this guy's name. It's not his place to go making sweeping demands or recommendations- however much his gut wants to.
If he says he can't see a doctor he knows it's more complicated than an aversion to white coats. Maybe he's here illegally. Maybe he's modded. Maybe there's a warrant out. He can feel a headache starting, right behind his eyes. Noctis ignores the urge to rub at his temples in favor of reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a data chip- his contact info.]
If you ever change your mind- I know a few people off the books.
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If he says he can't see a doctor he knows it's more complicated than an aversion to white coats. Maybe he's here illegally. Maybe he's modded. Maybe there's a warrant out. He can feel a headache starting, right behind his eyes. Noctis ignores the urge to rub at his temples in favor of reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a data chip- his contact info.]
If you ever change your mind- I know a few people off the books.
I'm Noctis.