i'm not the one who's so far away, when i feel the snakebite enter my veins;

[biochong]

Day: Backdated to day 25
Characters: Dr. Suchong (biochong), Nurse Elle Driver (l_g_californiae), Nurse Cameron Phillips (thats_tight), Hige (hunting_sausage)
Summary: Training Hige to feel sick at the sound of his lover's voice and to accept only staff-provided food. Quit eating kittens, that's freaking gross. And stop tossing Saucegay's salad while you're at it.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Afternoon,

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[apathywolf]

Hige didn't really intend to fight or try to get away from the therapy. He wasn't known for getting himself out of predicaments, and if Tsume and Sasuke wanted to handle the fighting their way in to help him, then he'd just wait patiently for that. Otherwise, he was resigned to whatever they asked, knowing that nobody here had ever successfully avoided therapy yet, and he highly doubted that he would be the first one to do such a thing.

He flinched though, when they'd entered the room, suddenly feeling incredibly apprehensive about it compared to his fake apathy to the ordeal. The room was dim, and not the kind of place he'd ever wanted to be caught in. It looked worse than the prison cells, and the smells of all kinds of rust, chemicals, and blood wafted throughout the room, barraging his hypersensitive nose. The pile of meat that had been set aside, catching his eye, was hardly a sign of consolation for him at the moment.

A low growl escaped past his lips, struggling when the nurses were told to tie him down, however the one-eyed one, who he owed for saving Sasuke's life had gripped his hair firmly and pushed him down into the chair, and he didn't resist anymore while the leather straps were fastened tightly over him. His eyes looking up at the ceiling blankly as the tried his best to think about other things than ripping these people apart.

"So you're really one of the doctors, huh? Guess that means I'm in good hands." He laughed a little, though clearly more nervous than before.