Charlie looked at Ted then at his own current position. No, this wasn't right. Ted was right. He shouldn't hurt people. Sure, Ted might have been asking for leanency from the orderlies, but Charlie understood that it could apply to himself too. He shouldn't hurt people. Not unless they really needed it. The doctor just had to be reminded. That was all. Reminded that Charlie was here because he let them put him here. Charlie could get away, could make a mess, but he didn't because he chose not to.
The orangehead man put down the syringe and stepped away. He gave Ted an sheepishly apologetic smile. He hadn't meant to upset his friend. He hadn't meant to upset anyone. He had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing Ted for a little while, but he'd make it up to Ted.
"Safe." Charlie smiled a little more, reassuringly, or as reassuringly as anyone could when he was being pushed down onto a table by men twice his size. "Okay." Charlie was jerked up, bound now by whatever the orderlies had with them. They were resourceful and ready with those damn restraints. Charlie didn't fight, he just smiled at Ted.
"Look at the garden for me, Ted." Charlie got one last full sentence out before the syringe was plunged into his neck, and the world went black.