(He doesn't move. He's entirely too focused on making sure Shylock is well. Really well. The way he smiles up at him makes his heart pang and he feels so damned tired now that the worst seems to have passed.)
Shut up. (He doesn't want to hear it. This--) This ain't about me.
(And he gets up from Shylock's bedside and runs to the bathroom. There's the sound of running water and when he returns, he has a wet washcloth, cool with water and places it to his forehead.)
How d'ya feel? (He places a hand just above Shylock's heart, feeling for any residual warmth and places the cloth over that next.) I dunno what... Tell me... what t'do.
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Shut up. (He doesn't want to hear it. This--) This ain't about me.
(And he gets up from Shylock's bedside and runs to the bathroom. There's the sound of running water and when he returns, he has a wet washcloth, cool with water and places it to his forehead.)
How d'ya feel? (He places a hand just above Shylock's heart, feeling for any residual warmth and places the cloth over that next.) I dunno what... Tell me... what t'do.