Lia was at a loss for a moment. Aomine went wild, naked, screaming. Protesting the basic facts. That they weren't crazy, that this was a hospital. She let him go, let him claw his way to the windows. She had hoped he would like this room. It was a nicer room, private, with a good view...
Ultimately she has to have the orderly step in. Aomine is weakened by the sedative but he's still large and it takes two of them to pull him back to the bed. Lia had mercy on him enough to throw a pillow over his groin as they wrestled him onto his back on a mattress that, while not soft, was at least not straw on a hard frame.
"We will make you well," Lia whispered to him, laying on top of his chest, crawling over him as the orderly started fitting restraints. Two around his wrists, two around his ankles. Shackled to the bedframe and all the slack removed from the ties.
Lia said a prayer, silently. For the writhing, obviously mad boy dropped off on their doorstep. Who could have abandoned him here? At first she had thought it was not so bad, not so hopeless, but it seemed mania had set in in truth.
"I promise," She repeated. "Only stop this." Stop fighting. Even with the drugs he bucked and struggled an impressive amount. Was he going for the window to jump out of it? Lia can not imagine what madness has gripped him. "I will do whatever I can to help you."
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Date: 2015-10-09 11:06 pm (UTC)Ultimately she has to have the orderly step in. Aomine is weakened by the sedative but he's still large and it takes two of them to pull him back to the bed. Lia had mercy on him enough to throw a pillow over his groin as they wrestled him onto his back on a mattress that, while not soft, was at least not straw on a hard frame.
"We will make you well," Lia whispered to him, laying on top of his chest, crawling over him as the orderly started fitting restraints. Two around his wrists, two around his ankles. Shackled to the bedframe and all the slack removed from the ties.
Lia said a prayer, silently. For the writhing, obviously mad boy dropped off on their doorstep. Who could have abandoned him here? At first she had thought it was not so bad, not so hopeless, but it seemed mania had set in in truth.
"I promise," She repeated. "Only stop this." Stop fighting. Even with the drugs he bucked and struggled an impressive amount. Was he going for the window to jump out of it? Lia can not imagine what madness has gripped him. "I will do whatever I can to help you."