[He's been through a lot of shit. Pain beyond this? Yes. But it's not the raw pain that's getting him so much as the knowledge that these are life-threatening injuries. It's that he's terrified of having to watch the world slip away, and sure that it's going to. That just makes everything worse, and learning to tolerate doesn't mean he doesn't feel it as keenly as anyone else.
His left arm works well enough to allow him to grip Cu's wrist, but he doesn't have the strength to stop him from moving that hand if he will. Still, his nails dig in and the sound his makes when he squirms is a low, tortured thing.]
Stop-- Let me--
[But suddenly, the smell of Cu's tobacco cuts the blur, and he finally opens his eyes enough to focus.]
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His left arm works well enough to allow him to grip Cu's wrist, but he doesn't have the strength to stop him from moving that hand if he will. Still, his nails dig in and the sound his makes when he squirms is a low, tortured thing.]
Stop-- Let me--
[But suddenly, the smell of Cu's tobacco cuts the blur, and he finally opens his eyes enough to focus.]
...Cu?