[he's rolled over on his side before he realizes it, fingers digging into the grit and grime of this dirty bathroom -- but it's better than the wounds trying to sprout from his shoulders and he knows it]
[eyes slam shut when he feels those fingers on them, too; he's done it to himself so many times, forced infection out with painstaking slowness or ripped a weapon out that had been cutting off his bloodletting until he got to a -- to a -- ]
[the experience of his body doesn't fill in the gaps for the experience of his mind, and he verbalizes another shaking, agonized groan as piece by piece, like old rotten wallpaper, his skin comes off and feathers stab, stab, snap through, rubbed against their grain to unfurl in all of their dark, stained glory, rightly matching Trip's hands and his own gore that covered them]
[he'd held his scream in, that much is admirable; what must this man have gone through to have a pain tolerance like that? the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes isn't remiss, but turned away from the other boy and with sweat-heavy bangs hanging over his face, who could tell]
[it still feels like there's a fever ravaging him... how long will this fucking last?]
How do we... [a croak of a dry voice and a pause for a thick swallow to get it down and speak more firmly;] How do we get out of here?
['here', this place, it can go to hell for all he cares]
no subject
[eyes slam shut when he feels those fingers on them, too; he's done it to himself so many times, forced infection out with painstaking slowness or ripped a weapon out that had been cutting off his bloodletting until he got to a -- to a -- ]
[the experience of his body doesn't fill in the gaps for the experience of his mind, and he verbalizes another shaking, agonized groan as piece by piece, like old rotten wallpaper, his skin comes off and feathers stab, stab, snap through, rubbed against their grain to unfurl in all of their dark, stained glory, rightly matching Trip's hands and his own gore that covered them]
[he'd held his scream in, that much is admirable; what must this man have gone through to have a pain tolerance like that? the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes isn't remiss, but turned away from the other boy and with sweat-heavy bangs hanging over his face, who could tell]
[it still feels like there's a fever ravaging him... how long will this fucking last?]
How do we... [a croak of a dry voice and a pause for a thick swallow to get it down and speak more firmly;] How do we get out of here?
['here', this place, it can go to hell for all he cares]