Recuperating is not a position any animal likes to be caught in, but it's a frustratingly familiar one for him. He blinks again to try and bring that shadow into focus, but doesn't rub his eyes lest he offer up any indication that he's any less whole than he looks. If he had a mirror he'd probably realize a fool's errand that is.
His blood is still on the table. On his skin— old and new. On the floor and on the disposable papery shorts he's in.
He drags a hand across his belly where he remembers an incision. It's long closed but the lightheadedness. The faint touch of nausea. He knows when he's missing something inside. Something one relies on to regulate the routine functions.
"Oh yeah? Then maybe I can get some water. Or a shot of rye. Whatever's handy."
He clears and his throat and lets his feet find the ground, but continues to lean on the edge of that butcher's block for the time being.
"Ask away. But I been in and out for a while so, no promises I'll be the most cooperative patient," his eyes narrow when that shadow gets a little sharper in focus. "Have we met? Feel like we've met, but I'm a little foggy."
i don't mind at all! also im so stupid i thought i matched you brackets in the last one but...😅
His blood is still on the table. On his skin— old and new. On the floor and on the disposable papery shorts he's in.
He drags a hand across his belly where he remembers an incision. It's long closed but the lightheadedness. The faint touch of nausea. He knows when he's missing something inside. Something one relies on to regulate the routine functions.
"Oh yeah? Then maybe I can get some water. Or a shot of rye. Whatever's handy."
He clears and his throat and lets his feet find the ground, but continues to lean on the edge of that butcher's block for the time being.
"Ask away. But I been in and out for a while so, no promises I'll be the most cooperative patient," his eyes narrow when that shadow gets a little sharper in focus. "Have we met? Feel like we've met, but I'm a little foggy."