[It probably doesn't help that he quickly shoves her aside in a panic, looking at her like she's lost her mind--because she has. Or at least, she'll realize how fucking stupid that was now. The last thing Doyle wants, in his half-conscious ragged state, is to have someone else feel that sensation. He crumples against the wall and shakes his head.]
No more--of that shit. You don't need that shit, doc.
[Because it's not working. He drags himself along the wall--almost there, one, two, three steps, a little more. He remembers taking steps back then. He took a couple of steps and then fell to his knees then. He couldn't see the car drive for long. He couldn't hear it driving away.
When he gets to the bath he doesn't bother taking his clothes off. He collapses into the water and lays there and feels a short burst of relief in his bones. A gasp of air and he lets himself sink down all the way, submerged, eyes squeezed shut.
It'd be better to just drown, if it wouldn't go away like people said it probably would. Probably.
After a long while he resurfaces, laying his head back, gasping for air.]
[action] June 11th
No more--of that shit. You don't need that shit, doc.
[Because it's not working. He drags himself along the wall--almost there, one, two, three steps, a little more. He remembers taking steps back then. He took a couple of steps and then fell to his knees then. He couldn't see the car drive for long. He couldn't hear it driving away.
When he gets to the bath he doesn't bother taking his clothes off. He collapses into the water and lays there and feels a short burst of relief in his bones. A gasp of air and he lets himself sink down all the way, submerged, eyes squeezed shut.
It'd be better to just drown, if it wouldn't go away like people said it probably would. Probably.
After a long while he resurfaces, laying his head back, gasping for air.]