[ there are definitely more than a few times where he tries to swat the medical assistant's hand from him, as if to silently state he was fine. but, the more he struggles to perpetuate this, the more he's swiftly realizing his stubbornness is just prolonging the inevitable. after a while, he just sits there.

he watches her hands carefully. honestly, now that he's stopped resisting, it's clear to him now his head is feeling a bit better; as if the pressure in his head was clearing up a bit. he doesn't know if it's his constitution that's finally kicking in to start healing him, or if it's just the fact that he's finally settled down.

maybe the reason his tension is so high is because... he really wasn't used to people being around at times like these. his brows furrow, before he turns to her. ] ... don't say words you don't mean. [ but, it's true, he didn't recognize her at first, but now it's becoming less hazy... sort of.

... and yet, he still doesn't want to give in, nor does he seem to want to address it. instead: ] You are special.

[ ... ] Because everyone else was content minding their own business. [ but, he also doesn't seem to hate it... ]