[Something about the steady hold Martin had on him seemed to bring him back, though it was several moments before he had any coherent reaction, if you could call a glance and a headshake "No" a reaction anyway.
He seemed to try to say something, but was interrupting by a fit of rough coughing, his hand going over his mouth. With those sounds, and the pale clamminess of his skin highlighted only by the feverish flush to his face, there was definitely something wrong.]
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He seemed to try to say something, but was interrupting by a fit of rough coughing, his hand going over his mouth. With those sounds, and the pale clamminess of his skin highlighted only by the feverish flush to his face, there was definitely something wrong.]