Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[Lin's eyes narrowed. If they thought he was joking about having stolen syringes of diazepam in his bag slumped against the chair, they were wrong. Because none of this was a fucking joke and he wasn't taking fucking chances.—Black eyes on Dylan, the boy went dangerously still where he was. With Daniel in hand, the pair shuffled stupidly to the bathroom through the cordoned curtains and Lin didn't bother asking Max to fucking take out her shitty boyfriend-who-wasn't-a-boyfriend.
Not one day of his life had he been idle, and he wasn't going to start now.
He jumped out of his chair. As he raced by the bed, he hit the nurse call button with a bony jab as the machines gathered around like a terrible audience beeped and flatlined.
—With a surprising amount of strength for someone who was about 5'7" and skinny as anything, at the bathroom, Lin wrenched the door open before it could latch closed.] WHAT THE FUCK. GET OUT. [He didn't give a fuck about being outmatched by Dylan. He launched himself inside that small space, jumping on the man's back with his arms latched around his throat—a move he was especially good at, having performed it almost daily as a kid when the bigger kids, always dumber and slower, turned their backs to him. But, he didn't go for the eyes as he would have then. Instead, he just winched his arms tight, like a vise, and hung the fuck on.] YOU'RE THE FUCKING WORST VISITOR. [The dude didn't even know the differences between Orwellian and totalitarian. Like, what the fuck?]