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"Maybe she just meant that she'd take care of her-- like a nice person would do for another nice person. You could be reading too far into it; Mama's not a bad person," he countered slowly, pressing the sleeve of his nightshirt against his lip to soak up the blood that had started to appear as a result of his talking, though he figured it was inevitable - he couldn't communicate in grunts and murmurs, both because his brother wouldn't understand and because it just felt rude for him to do that anyway. If he had to face some bleeding and pain just to talk to his brother, he would gladly do that.
Despite his attempts to protest against the other's decision, knowing that it would leave him without the person that had saved his life and who he had confessed his love for, he also just wanted the woman safe and sound, so quickly reached to pick her up into his arms. The main damage was to his face and, from his heavy limp, his legs - fortunately his arms seemed fine enough to hold Maria and carry her out to the car, because evidently, Oliver wasn't going to manage that.
"You could get checked out whilst we're at the hospital. Your arm looks in bad shape," he pointed out quietly, his eyes wide at his brother's inability to even move his arm without wincing. "It... it might be broken, Oliver. They know us at the hospital, right? Mama said everyone 'round here knows our family, so..."
Despite his attempts to protest against the other's decision, knowing that it would leave him without the person that had saved his life and who he had confessed his love for, he also just wanted the woman safe and sound, so quickly reached to pick her up into his arms. The main damage was to his face and, from his heavy limp, his legs - fortunately his arms seemed fine enough to hold Maria and carry her out to the car, because evidently, Oliver wasn't going to manage that.
"You could get checked out whilst we're at the hospital. Your arm looks in bad shape," he pointed out quietly, his eyes wide at his brother's inability to even move his arm without wincing. "It... it might be broken, Oliver. They know us at the hospital, right? Mama said everyone 'round here knows our family, so..."