At least he's got a better chance here than when he was 'out of it', with Tim force-feeding him his meds. At least he's got the option to spit the pills out.
There's a prickling at the back of his neck, and Jay looks up. That same doctor's staring at him again, more intently this time.
Jay breaks eye contact, but it's too late. He's already walking over.
(As soon as Jay looks away, he can't remember what the doctor's face looks like.)
He keeps his mouth shut and his gaze fixed firmly on the back of the nearest couch, but it's not enough.
"Jay? Who're you talking to?"
He wasn't looking at Tim when he talked, so of course--Dammit. There's no good answer here.
"N--nothing. I mean, I wasn't...I wasn't talking."
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At least he's got a better chance here than when he was 'out of it', with Tim force-feeding him his meds. At least he's got the option to spit the pills out.
There's a prickling at the back of his neck, and Jay looks up. That same doctor's staring at him again, more intently this time.
Jay breaks eye contact, but it's too late. He's already walking over.
(As soon as Jay looks away, he can't remember what the doctor's face looks like.)
He keeps his mouth shut and his gaze fixed firmly on the back of the nearest couch, but it's not enough.
"Jay? Who're you talking to?"
He wasn't looking at Tim when he talked, so of course--Dammit. There's no good answer here.
"N--nothing. I mean, I wasn't...I wasn't talking."