Tommy rolled up his sleeve as he went to sit down, and watched Dr. Morgan collect all the different things. The syringe caught his eye and he couldn't look away from it, he couldn't
he had to get away he had to leave before everything hurt and burned and he had to GO but he couldn't get out he couldn't get past he had to go had to get away move move move he wasn't strapped down he could move
Tommy threw himself out of the chair, knocking it over as he scrambled into the corner of the room and made himself as small as he could be, arms wrapped round his head as he curled into a ball again.