*and even though his cries have fallen away to an intermittent whimper because they're hurting him and they have to put in another cannula and he is shaking his head, mumbling pretty much incoherently* 's okay. 'sjust another overdose
*eventually cottons on to the fact that you're still here and you're talking to him* *pleadingly* Don't be mad but I want to go home. I think we're done here now aren't we? Aren't we done? *looks at you, though his eyes are swimming with tears* I did something bad, didn't I? I'm sorry, Ehtello.