"Lia. What is your name?" Her voice was as kind as it had been. After he touched her she reached out to pet his hair. But his heart was pounding and he looked almost ready to be ill.
The room was bright and clean. She nudged him toward it gently with the same touch he felt going up the stairs. Matter of fact and careful but with the force that there could be no argument.
There was an orderly behind him. A big presence, warm this time, and the man is an expert about slipping a needle into someone's neck without much injury. Lia frowned a moment, expression visible as Aomine could feel the beefy arm, thick as a tree, close around him and then the sharp pain at his neck. "Is that really necessary..."
Of course it is. The young man is close to panic and the language he is using. Highly improper. Aomine would feel warm, heavy from the drug but it probably wasn't enough to knock him out completely. Still, Lia wrapped her arms around him to help him into the bedroom.
It was clean. Linens on the bed were fresh. The music was loud and bright and cheerful, but it only half covered the sound of someone down the hallway screaming in pain.
Aomine was big and Lia grunted at the effort used to pull him into the bedroom and let him brace himself against a railing. "We will take good care of you, monsieur."
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Date: 2015-10-09 07:51 pm (UTC)The room was bright and clean. She nudged him toward it gently with the same touch he felt going up the stairs. Matter of fact and careful but with the force that there could be no argument.
There was an orderly behind him. A big presence, warm this time, and the man is an expert about slipping a needle into someone's neck without much injury. Lia frowned a moment, expression visible as Aomine could feel the beefy arm, thick as a tree, close around him and then the sharp pain at his neck. "Is that really necessary..."
Of course it is. The young man is close to panic and the language he is using. Highly improper. Aomine would feel warm, heavy from the drug but it probably wasn't enough to knock him out completely. Still, Lia wrapped her arms around him to help him into the bedroom.
It was clean. Linens on the bed were fresh. The music was loud and bright and cheerful, but it only half covered the sound of someone down the hallway screaming in pain.
Aomine was big and Lia grunted at the effort used to pull him into the bedroom and let him brace himself against a railing. "We will take good care of you, monsieur."