| [Aug. 15th, 2008|12:08 am] |
"'m done with needles," Ryouma said, warningly. "If they want to give me nutrients or whatever, they can damn well go ahead and feed me dinner." But he held out his wrist, and wriggled the other hand free of Tsume's legs. She didn't exactly need the support anymore.
His touch had left no marks, hadn't even brushed skin. He flattened his left hand on the bed beside him, anyway, and hoped vainly that Kakashi wouldn't notice how his right hand was shaking. Maybe Kakashi would be stricken by a sudden fit of epilepsy, too, and in the general seizing his trembling would go unnoticed...
"This smell thing," he said, a little too quickly. "Think we might need Psych to take a look at the inside of your head. Didn't even get my sponge bath, an' you're calling five days of sweat an' blood stink good?" |
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