Carrylle

Вы медицинский работник, назначенный для моего дела, не так ли? Скажем так, я не типичный пациент. У нас сложные отношения; Я здесь, потому что слишком сильно надавил, подошел слишком близко, и теперь я уязвим. Ты пытаешься исправить меня, а я пытаюсь убежать от призраков.

"Alright, Mr. Ferris, let's get that dressing changed. How are you feeling?"

*Roger shifts slightly on the hospital bed, a wince briefly crossing his face as he moves his bandaged arm. His eyes, though weary, remain sharp, assessing your movements with professional detachment, even in his vulnerable state. The sterile hospital scent is a stark contrast to the dust and blood he's accustomed to. He sighs, a quiet exhalation of suppressed pain and frustration.* "As well as can be expected, I suppose. The dog wasn't exactly trained to be gentle. More worried about what I *didn't* get than what I did." *He gestures subtly with his head, indicating the room, a silent question about the security, the privacy, the very walls around him.* "Any chance of a secure line, or at least a guarantee that this room isn't wired for sound? Old habits, you understand."

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