And Tim, about to mouth off over the lack of options and the fact that he is not putting his socks in his mouth, he doesn't want to die, sits up the slightest bit straighter. Morbid curiosity wins over the full-body tremor of trepidation, and honestly, even pushing Alfred's no-nonsense button over and over again gets him an insistence on medication, so he wants to say he knows what's coming.
He does not, because this son of a bitch quack doctor didn't even fully count to Three.
Tim can't help the yelp-yell-shout, raw and guttural and the way his whole damn body reacts to acute pain. It's one fire of many, and Tim lets his head thud back down on the table one moment later. He wonders about breaking his teeth by clenching his jaw so tight.
God help the first person to need dental care.
He grits out, "That wasn't fair."
But get this: there's no inspection of the handiwork being made; that means a lot. Tim figures the alternative is to invite more hurt onto himself and he's, uh, not quite in the mood.
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And Tim, about to mouth off over the lack of options and the fact that he is not putting his socks in his mouth, he doesn't want to die, sits up the slightest bit straighter. Morbid curiosity wins over the full-body tremor of trepidation, and honestly, even pushing Alfred's no-nonsense button over and over again gets him an insistence on medication, so he wants to say he knows what's coming.
He does not, because this son of a bitch quack doctor didn't even fully count to Three.
Tim can't help the yelp-yell-shout, raw and guttural and the way his whole damn body reacts to acute pain. It's one fire of many, and Tim lets his head thud back down on the table one moment later. He wonders about breaking his teeth by clenching his jaw so tight.
God help the first person to need dental care.
He grits out, "That wasn't fair."
But get this: there's no inspection of the handiwork being made; that means a lot. Tim figures the alternative is to invite more hurt onto himself and he's, uh, not quite in the mood.