If you prick us, do we not bleed? [open]

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In some ways fainting had been a blessing to Chaucer. Medically, it was nothing but a nightmare, but he hadn't had to deal with the doctors or healers, or whoever had patched him up in the end. Whoever it was had done a brilliant job; Geoff had been terrified that he'd lose his arm at the very least, probably die. Instead he'd woken up to a splint and some heavy sort of wrapping. He couldn't move his arm, but it wasn't missing. A few minutes of checking it over had passed before he'd even noticed the odd pulling in his side and noticed the bandages there.

The relative lack of pain was a marvel in itself.

He needed to find out who had helped him, thank them, eventually. When he got out of the medbay. For now he was propped up slightly in his bed, struggling with the stylus for his comm. Left-handed writing was ridiculously difficult, made even more awkward by the unfamiliarity of the surface, but it was something to do. A way to write Philippa, one he could transcribe into legibility later.

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[staturity]

Busted. "Well, maybe if you haven't written yet and if you can read it in the library, maybe you can improve it. Not saying it's bad, just that everything can improve, right?"

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"Certainly." He saw nothing wrong with such a plan. "I do not know the nature of the work, but many can be improved here or there by a writer's eye detached by some time removed. Imagine what might be done by such a writer whose eyes have never seen his work before?"

It's really rather an interesting thought. He'd never considered it before too heavily, preferring to wait and see if it ever came up in his own lifetime, when he had better chance to write it than aboard Stacy, but then again, when else would he get a chance like this?

Just like that, a potentially paradox-forging monster created.

[staturity]

"Exactly." Cassie smiled.

That went a lot better than she expected. And hey, what was the harm of changing one little book? Well, more like one big book.