They'd known...all along they'd known and saw him try to get out of this hospital anyway. Of course they'd let him rail against the doctors, why bother to reason with a madman who couldn't even walk, and didn't even realize it yet?
He shifts the sheet off of one leg, and the way that his eyes widen, the way every single inch of his upper body tenses as if someone's run a current through him...? It's probably disturbing.
He covers up again, but the sight can't be erased. The bruising was mostly gone--where it wasn't being caused by the external fixators. Metal cages with rods driven into his ruined legs, helping to straighten his mistakes.
He'd seen Atem, as he wanted. And he paid the price for it.
The monitor tracking his heart rate and respiration lets out a warning beep, which builds into a steady cadence. He won't look at it, to see that the levels are rising. He refuses to acknowledge it at all. He won't internalize how it makes him feel.
He just turns to Yuugi and Mokuba, hands clenching at the sheets, and again, he looks so small. So human. His eyes are frantic.
"Show me the game," he demands. "I want to see the game."
Only the game, and not anything else. He wants the images burned out of his mind now. NOW!
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They'd known...all along they'd known and saw him try to get out of this hospital anyway. Of course they'd let him rail against the doctors, why bother to reason with a madman who couldn't even walk, and didn't even realize it yet?
He shifts the sheet off of one leg, and the way that his eyes widen, the way every single inch of his upper body tenses as if someone's run a current through him...? It's probably disturbing.
He covers up again, but the sight can't be erased. The bruising was mostly gone--where it wasn't being caused by the external fixators. Metal cages with rods driven into his ruined legs, helping to straighten his mistakes.
He'd seen Atem, as he wanted. And he paid the price for it.
The monitor tracking his heart rate and respiration lets out a warning beep, which builds into a steady cadence. He won't look at it, to see that the levels are rising. He refuses to acknowledge it at all. He won't internalize how it makes him feel.
He just turns to Yuugi and Mokuba, hands clenching at the sheets, and again, he looks so small. So human. His eyes are frantic.
"Show me the game," he demands. "I want to see the game."
Only the game, and not anything else. He wants the images burned out of his mind now. NOW!