Shit, this guy was serious. It wasn't just a fake out. This was...
Well, this was the strangest situation he'd been in. He'd literally seen someone shoot himself but this has him nervous, this is what has him on edge, and the hand on his throat means both of Mike's hands come to the other's wrist, trying gently to pry them off.
It's the other hand, though. Touching him, even through the fabric of the jeans he can feel how warm the other's hand is compared to his shaking cold ones. When did they start shaking?
"Point proven--just tell me what I have to do." This is the lowest he's sunk, but what he needs he needs now. Oxycodone. He smiles again, nervous against trying to breathe. "Let me take the meds and I'll do whatever you want."
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Date: 2015-07-15 10:03 am (UTC)Well, this was the strangest situation he'd been in. He'd literally seen someone shoot himself but this has him nervous, this is what has him on edge, and the hand on his throat means both of Mike's hands come to the other's wrist, trying gently to pry them off.
It's the other hand, though. Touching him, even through the fabric of the jeans he can feel how warm the other's hand is compared to his shaking cold ones. When did they start shaking?
"Point proven--just tell me what I have to do." This is the lowest he's sunk, but what he needs he needs now. Oxycodone. He smiles again, nervous against trying to breathe. "Let me take the meds and I'll do whatever you want."