*bites his lip, his eyebrows knitting together as a nurse asks you to move (Just for a moment, sir) so she can set up a drip on this side*
*is perfectly obedient and completely bewildered when you have to let go and that soft mournful moan begins to rise in his throat, hitting a higher pitch when another needle is put in, and dying away to a low but constant hum until he feels his hand enclosed by yours again* *looks up at the bag of fluids, his mouth opening and closing almost comically because what's the water doing all the way up there where he can't drink it?* But no I'm thirsty I need water not needles.
*settles as the healthcare workers withdraw for a spell to compare notes and he can feast his eyes on you* But you're sad oh did I do something wrong? *tries to turn on his side towards you (like a flower turning to face the sun) but it is ungainly and awkward*