He still didn't know why he needed to be tied to the bed--after all, he could just stay here, warm and languid, floating in the haze of the sedatives while Aeleus wiped the blood from his arm...
Except he was looking at his arm. Aeleus wasn't anywhere near it. He was somewhere towards his back. ...And it felt wrong. So very, very wrong. With the warm water and gentle pressure, the blood came off relatively easy, revealing the pearly white scales that had hardened in the last few hours. It was trembling and twitching now, trying to pull away from Aeleus's touch. Dilan was struggling against the sedatives, trying desperately to make sense of what was wrong with his body. His nausea was becoming more intense. He grumbled in protest, trying to shift away from Aeleus.
Something was wrong.
Dilan finally shifted his body away. Of course the wing stayed outstretched in Aeleus's hands...and that one attempt to move was all he could manage under sedation. He swallowed the bile at the back of his throat. He couldn't even manage to be genuinely afraid, and that was all the more concerning. What had they put in that IV?
"...what happened to me?" he managed, throat dry and cracked. "What are you doing?"
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Date: 2015-11-29 12:11 am (UTC)Except he was looking at his arm. Aeleus wasn't anywhere near it. He was somewhere towards his back. ...And it felt wrong. So very, very wrong. With the warm water and gentle pressure, the blood came off relatively easy, revealing the pearly white scales that had hardened in the last few hours. It was trembling and twitching now, trying to pull away from Aeleus's touch. Dilan was struggling against the sedatives, trying desperately to make sense of what was wrong with his body. His nausea was becoming more intense. He grumbled in protest, trying to shift away from Aeleus.
Something was wrong.
Dilan finally shifted his body away. Of course the wing stayed outstretched in Aeleus's hands...and that one attempt to move was all he could manage under sedation. He swallowed the bile at the back of his throat. He couldn't even manage to be genuinely afraid, and that was all the more concerning. What had they put in that IV?
"...what happened to me?" he managed, throat dry and cracked. "What are you doing?"