Terror coursed through Carey as he was jerked up hard, a cry of pain from the grip on his arms. “Ow! P-please s-stop!” He cried out scared, unable to look away from Robin’s eyes his own wide and glassy behind his glasses. “Y-you’re hurt-ting m-me R-Robin!”
He listened to the words and took them in, not understanding why Robin was suddenly hurting him. Then suddenly he was falling back against the chair, hitting the edge and sliding to the floor banging his head on the chair’s armrest. Holding the sore spot he looked up at Robin and watched him leave. “Ow,” he whimpered softly when his fingers brushed the spot that would definitely have a bruise later.