He wished he had it in him to kick her. He wished that he did. He even tensed to try, then lost his nerve, and tried to lock up instead. As soon as she let him go, he pulled his legs back down and crossed them tightly, Indian-style, his eyes riveted on that syringe. It was even a little horrifying how good she seemed to be with it, because it meant that this happened all the time, and so he had to ask: what kind of fucking hospital was this.
With his arms still strapped, he couldn't pull himself up much further on the bed, but fuck did he try.
"I'm okay without it." He repeated, sounding twice as frazzled. "Maybe if I die I can go home."
Which...no, that wasn't how it worked, but the panic and the embarrassment were making it hard to think. That, and the heat in his head, but that was just fever, right?
"You can put that away. It's fine. I'm fine."
It was like trying to tell someone to put a gun down.
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Date: 2015-10-12 03:31 am (UTC)He wished he had it in him to kick her. He wished that he did. He even tensed to try, then lost his nerve, and tried to lock up instead. As soon as she let him go, he pulled his legs back down and crossed them tightly, Indian-style, his eyes riveted on that syringe. It was even a little horrifying how good she seemed to be with it, because it meant that this happened all the time, and so he had to ask: what kind of fucking hospital was this.
With his arms still strapped, he couldn't pull himself up much further on the bed, but fuck did he try.
"I'm okay without it." He repeated, sounding twice as frazzled. "Maybe if I die I can go home."
Which...no, that wasn't how it worked, but the panic and the embarrassment were making it hard to think. That, and the heat in his head, but that was just fever, right?
"You can put that away. It's fine. I'm fine."
It was like trying to tell someone to put a gun down.