This is fucking embarrassing to be in a hospital waiting room with his face tucked against his knees, scratch scratching away at whatever inhuman parts of him he can get to through his clothes. At least when he was in the brig for betraying and hurting people he cared about, he'd been mostly alone.
The touch makes him jerk. An equally jerky motion to the chair beside him. York should be sitting. Why isn't he sitting? He's hurt. Doesn't that hurt his leg?
Day 222 - afternoon - action
The touch makes him jerk. An equally jerky motion to the chair beside him. York should be sitting. Why isn't he sitting? He's hurt. Doesn't that hurt his leg?