He woke with a gasp. Forced himself to be quiet. Gasping for air, but silent; he knew how to do that. The words echoed through his scull. Was he ready then?
His heart was racing. Was he ready...?
He wasn't ready. He didn't want to be ready. His eyes darted around uselessly. Did they think he was ready?
He closed his eyes. Administering second dose, sir. How many doses...? He flexed his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist. If only he could reach---
His heartrate calmed. He could.
He focussed on his breathing, and blinking into the dark, and the reasurring touch of his fingers to tiny, risen scars on his tights... he breathed. He remembered where he was now, probably.
He strained his fingers just a little more. Just enough to find feeling of the broken needle right beside the scars, stolen from Banner's lab and hidden under his skin. He can do this.
Fill: part 23 (I think) - Matt
Is he ready then? Is he ready then?
Ready. Ready. READY.
He woke with a gasp. Forced himself to be quiet. Gasping for air, but silent; he knew how to do that. The words echoed through his scull. Was he ready then?
His heart was racing. Was he ready...?
He wasn't ready. He didn't want to be ready. His eyes darted around uselessly. Did they think he was ready?
He closed his eyes. Administering second dose, sir. How many doses...? He flexed his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist. If only he could reach---
His heartrate calmed. He could.
He focussed on his breathing, and blinking into the dark, and the reasurring touch of his fingers to tiny, risen scars on his tights... he breathed. He remembered where he was now, probably.
He strained his fingers just a little more. Just enough to find feeling of the broken needle right beside the scars, stolen from Banner's lab and hidden under his skin. He can do this.