RP with supermarketsam | The wake of the non-hangover

[texas33forever]

The doctor was talking at him, but Tim wasn't really listening. Actually, it was more a fact he didn't particularly understand what was being said to him beyond the fact he wasn't allowed to eat or drink, so the bastard wanted to shove yet another needle in his gut to feed him. He already had two in his arm which were bandaged to cover the sight of the horrible thing piercing his skin. The doctor was now leaving and Tim was post panic attack at the third IV feeding into him. He had been close to hysteria when the doctor - aided by two nurses - injected something else into the line already in his arm and Tim now felt oddly calm, much like he had just finished a joint.

His head drooped a little to the side and his eyes followed the doctor and his nurses as they left the room, but in their wake he found Sam hovering in the doorway. He smiled tiredly at her. "Hey," he mumbled.