Psii followed Sam's instructions as he spoke, knowing he'd stop him if he made some grave mistake. He sterilized his hands, unwrapped a needle, and fit it to a syringe. He carefully filled the syringe with the dosage indicated on the vial and grabbed a swab and a band-aid. He sterilized the crook of Initiate's elbow, a place less likely to get dirty later, and pressed lightly on the plunger to get rid of air bubbles.
Psii was waylaid by Initiate's outburst. He mouthed wordlessly for two seconds in frustration. He was torn between the fact that Initiate knew how to do it better, and how stupid it was to let someone in great pain inject themselves. The past of drug abuse—directly caused by the disappearance of Psii's future self—didn't help either.
"Are you kidding me? You're half gone with pain, you raving theedflap! Thith ithn't the time to be making promitheth you can't keep anyway."
He couldn't get Sam to do it, he was busy saving Initiate's life. Wasn't that the point of all this? Why in the hell was Initiate fighting? It was a horrible sort of irony, that Psii was preparing to give Inititate this particular drug after the Helmsman took his involuntary leave. He made to grab Inititate's arm but found himself cradling it more gently than he should. He was getting desperate; every second counted. He knew force wouldn't work against even an injured Subjugglator. Initiate could swing his hand and kill Psii if he wanted to. The thought scared Psii, but not as much as failing to save someone.
"I'm not telling you to shut up now becauthe pain ith an important warning, but j-jutht lithten for like two thecondth, that'th all I n-need, clothe your eyeth and lithten to my voithe—I'm going to do thith, and if you could refrain from breaking all my ribth, that would be great."
He grit his fangs and steeled himself the way he did in times of danger, shoving down his emotions in favor of getting shit done. He needed to be sharp and react quickly if needed. His hands steadied. Only his breathing quickened. Sam, being human, might not expect an extremely violent outburst, but Psii's paranoia was the default when he distanced himself like this to survive. He lowered the needle, eyes flicking up to watch for signs of a freakout.
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Psii was waylaid by Initiate's outburst. He mouthed wordlessly for two seconds in frustration. He was torn between the fact that Initiate knew how to do it better, and how stupid it was to let someone in great pain inject themselves. The past of drug abuse—directly caused by the disappearance of Psii's future self—didn't help either.
"Are you kidding me? You're half gone with pain, you raving theedflap! Thith ithn't the time to be making promitheth you can't keep anyway."
He couldn't get Sam to do it, he was busy saving Initiate's life. Wasn't that the point of all this? Why in the hell was Initiate fighting? It was a horrible sort of irony, that Psii was preparing to give Inititate this particular drug after the Helmsman took his involuntary leave. He made to grab Inititate's arm but found himself cradling it more gently than he should. He was getting desperate; every second counted. He knew force wouldn't work against even an injured Subjugglator. Initiate could swing his hand and kill Psii if he wanted to. The thought scared Psii, but not as much as failing to save someone.
"I'm not telling you to shut up now becauthe pain ith an important warning, but j-jutht lithten for like two thecondth, that'th all I n-need, clothe your eyeth and lithten to my voithe—I'm going to do thith, and if you could refrain from breaking all my ribth, that would be great."
He grit his fangs and steeled himself the way he did in times of danger, shoving down his emotions in favor of getting shit done. He needed to be sharp and react quickly if needed. His hands steadied. Only his breathing quickened. Sam, being human, might not expect an extremely violent outburst, but Psii's paranoia was the default when he distanced himself like this to survive. He lowered the needle, eyes flicking up to watch for signs of a freakout.