[he's having a hard time getting actual words out, but a variety of endings could be imagined to fit that sentence fine; I don't want to go, I don't trust you, I don't know where we're going, I don't want you to touch me]
[the clinical tone does not, in fact, soothe him (rupture? he's gonna fucking rupture?), and he grabs the doctor's hand hard (don'tdon'tdon't), pushing it off his shoulder before trying to dodge past her, his other hand covering his eye as it throbs painfully (it's always a dull ache, always, but he can feel his fucking heartbeat in it right now)]
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[he's having a hard time getting actual words out, but a variety of endings could be imagined to fit that sentence fine; I don't want to go, I don't trust you, I don't know where we're going, I don't want you to touch me]
[the clinical tone does not, in fact, soothe him (rupture? he's gonna fucking rupture?), and he grabs the doctor's hand hard (don'tdon'tdon't), pushing it off his shoulder before trying to dodge past her, his other hand covering his eye as it throbs painfully (it's always a dull ache, always, but he can feel his fucking heartbeat in it right now)]
[we got a runner, folks]