Snake sat in silence, feeling the heat of the people moving around him - like shadows, shapes. Their gazes coloured the walls and floor, and his skin prickled with a sickly sweat.
It was the injection. He was hallucinating again.
He snarled, slammed his hands down on the table, yellowish cold running up his arms as he touched the desk, and squeezed his eyes - eye - shut, the empty socket screaming in phantom pain as muscles that were no longer there tried to move, and the heat carried on behind his eyes. He could feel them. Hot hearts and brains and cool eyes and hair and skin, their shapes, the hot food and the cold floor and the cold tools with which they served the food and -
- was there an empty space in Axel's chest, a blank black nothingness the size of a fist, as he headed away, or -
- no, this was a hallucination, it didn't mean anything, it wasn't real -
He brought his forehead down to touch the table - cool, greens and yellows - and felt the nurse approach, felt her gaze upon him, even before she touched his shoulder and led him away.
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It was the injection. He was hallucinating again.
He snarled, slammed his hands down on the table, yellowish cold running up his arms as he touched the desk, and squeezed his eyes - eye - shut, the empty socket screaming in phantom pain as muscles that were no longer there tried to move, and the heat carried on behind his eyes. He could feel them. Hot hearts and brains and cool eyes and hair and skin, their shapes, the hot food and the cold floor and the cold tools with which they served the food and -
- was there an empty space in Axel's chest, a blank black nothingness the size of a fist, as he headed away, or -
- no, this was a hallucination, it didn't mean anything, it wasn't real -
He brought his forehead down to touch the table - cool, greens and yellows - and felt the nurse approach, felt her gaze upon him, even before she touched his shoulder and led him away.