Date: 2023-05-02 08:15 pm (UTC)
quark_assassin: (Flustered | really don't know about this)
From: [personal profile] quark_assassin
No allergies--can't have any.

[He does not elaborate. Dustin hesitates only a moment to glance over the pills, trying to identify what kind of painkillers he's about to shove in his mouth, but gives up on it a moment later. Paranoia sways in the face of relief from the persistent, steadily worsening throbbing pain in his arm - plus, even Dustin's terrible perception when it comes to people is still enough to notice that Billy looks about as anxious as he feels. If the guy is acting to get Dustin to let his guard down, he's doing a spectacular job of it.

[He doesn't waste any extra time; Dustin snatches away the pills, pops them, then grabs the cup of water like he's going to chug it but only manages a few, grimacing sips before placing it down on the counter next to him. Too nauseous.

[Billy finishes unwrapping the bandages. Centered on the top of Dustin's lower arm, surrounded by puffy swelling and spatters of blood, is a circle of smooth, brushed metal, about an inch in diameter and slightly domed in the center. There's definitely more going on under the surface to be causing this level of irritation, but it's also not obviously infected, and it does seem to be healing. All signs point to this being standard post-op discomfort - "standard," anyway, if the operation in question was done with a dull knife, one-handed, by someone who has never performed surgery before. Which--]

Ah. [Dustin pointedly looks away from his uncovered forearm, turning a little green.] Knife. Sterilized.

[--is apparently exactly what happened.]
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Billy Kaplan

I want...

Climb every mountain,
Search high and low,
Follow every highway,
Every path you know.

Climb every mountain,
Ford every stream,
Follow every rainbow,
'Till you find your dream.

A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life
For as long as you live.