When Lawrence whispered something, Chuck frowned, not having caught his words completely. He tried to pull forward, so that he could ask his brother to repeat himself, but that was when the unexpected happened.
Something sharp and thin jabbed through his shirt and then into his torso, causing pain to explode from the impact point. Instinct forced Chuck to jerk away and he ended up stumbling into the seat he'd been occupying earlier. Completely overwhelmed, he stared down at his shirt, which was quickly staining red with blood, and then looked up at Lawrence. Confusion and betrayal shone in his eyes.
"What--"
The nurses didn't take long to respond, rushing over with sedatives so that they could contain the rowdy patient. Chuck watched them with a detached stare, swallowing around the fear and disappointment in his throat as he realized just how far his brother had fallen. He wanted to say something -- about how he was fine, about how they didn't need to punish him -- but he couldn't form the words.
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Something sharp and thin jabbed through his shirt and then into his torso, causing pain to explode from the impact point. Instinct forced Chuck to jerk away and he ended up stumbling into the seat he'd been occupying earlier. Completely overwhelmed, he stared down at his shirt, which was quickly staining red with blood, and then looked up at Lawrence. Confusion and betrayal shone in his eyes.
"What--"
The nurses didn't take long to respond, rushing over with sedatives so that they could contain the rowdy patient. Chuck watched them with a detached stare, swallowing around the fear and disappointment in his throat as he realized just how far his brother had fallen. He wanted to say something -- about how he was fine, about how they didn't need to punish him -- but he couldn't form the words.