Crap probably felt better than Soubi. Probably because it had no feelings, physical or mental. Oh to be a steaming pile of shit. He'd once been considered pretty much that by his former Master and life had certainly been easier. He'd known his place.
He entered his room and the Nurse placed his dinner on the little table. They'd given him soup again. He'd hardly touched his lunch, figuring he'd catch up at Dinner. But now that he was here...he was exhausted.
He sat on the edge of the bed and had his neck checked over. And then came the medication. They glared at each other, he and the nurse. It was his usual, the ball buster of a nurse. Big, heavy set woman. She'd dealt with him in the morning and eventually gave up and told him he was welcome to suffer all he wanted. Throughout the day, younger nurses had come to Soubi to care for him and they'd been easier to turn away.
But now Soubi had to obey Ritsuka. He still wasn't sure what was going on in the grand scheme of things. His emotional state had been up and down all day. He wanted to see Ritsuka, but he didn't want Ritsuka to see him, but then he wanted Ritsuka to assert some dominance, and then he wanted comfort, and he wanted to be alone, and he wanted to sleep, and he wanted to be awake 24/7 to make sure the Doctor wouldn't make good his promise that somebody would suffer for Soubi's failures.
So he settled for agreeing to the medication. It was injected, seeing as he could barely speak or eat right now. Barely able to sense any more pain right now, he certainly felt the cold flood his veins and decided to get into bed. The nurse said something about food, but left him to his own devices.
It was a good relationship ultimately. They both accepted the fact that they didn't give a damn about one another.
M76 [Demyx]
He entered his room and the Nurse placed his dinner on the little table. They'd given him soup again. He'd hardly touched his lunch, figuring he'd catch up at Dinner. But now that he was here...he was exhausted.
He sat on the edge of the bed and had his neck checked over. And then came the medication. They glared at each other, he and the nurse. It was his usual, the ball buster of a nurse. Big, heavy set woman. She'd dealt with him in the morning and eventually gave up and told him he was welcome to suffer all he wanted. Throughout the day, younger nurses had come to Soubi to care for him and they'd been easier to turn away.
But now Soubi had to obey Ritsuka. He still wasn't sure what was going on in the grand scheme of things. His emotional state had been up and down all day. He wanted to see Ritsuka, but he didn't want Ritsuka to see him, but then he wanted Ritsuka to assert some dominance, and then he wanted comfort, and he wanted to be alone, and he wanted to sleep, and he wanted to be awake 24/7 to make sure the Doctor wouldn't make good his promise that somebody would suffer for Soubi's failures.
So he settled for agreeing to the medication. It was injected, seeing as he could barely speak or eat right now. Barely able to sense any more pain right now, he certainly felt the cold flood his veins and decided to get into bed. The nurse said something about food, but left him to his own devices.
It was a good relationship ultimately. They both accepted the fact that they didn't give a damn about one another.