He licks his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase it. The drugs Bruce had given him for the pain are already starting to kick in, leaving him feeling distanced from what's going on around him, but that doesn't mean that the stitches hadn't hurt like hell.
He looks at the water thoughtfully, then nods, wanting to reach out for the glass, but finding that even movements like that hurt his ribs. "I'm not sure whether I should take it as a mark of pride or a mark of shame that I've got the most stitches you've ever done," he finally says, attempting to find humor where very little exists.
"I feel fine," he states, although from the look of him, that's far from the truth. He feels embarrassed, is what he feels, and while the drugs dull the pain, they don't dull the embarrassment. He's had stitches before, but never quite as extensively as this.
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He licks his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase it. The drugs Bruce had given him for the pain are already starting to kick in, leaving him feeling distanced from what's going on around him, but that doesn't mean that the stitches hadn't hurt like hell.
He looks at the water thoughtfully, then nods, wanting to reach out for the glass, but finding that even movements like that hurt his ribs. "I'm not sure whether I should take it as a mark of pride or a mark of shame that I've got the most stitches you've ever done," he finally says, attempting to find humor where very little exists.
"I feel fine," he states, although from the look of him, that's far from the truth. He feels embarrassed, is what he feels, and while the drugs dull the pain, they don't dull the embarrassment. He's had stitches before, but never quite as extensively as this.