mmm dennis whitaker waking up restrained to a hospital bed. the normally florescent white lights are dimmed, his vitals beeping steadily, IVs in his arms and a pulse ox on his finger. his first instinct is thrashing and yelling, gasping out pleas for help through panicked breathing.
robby steps into the room, shaking his head with a quiet tsk tsk tsk, and awfully, something twists in dennis's chest for a moment at the disappointment. robby rounds the bed as dennis starts to settle, mostly in shock, taking in the man he thought he trusted with wide, wet eyes. shh, now, little mouse. robby's hand comes up to brush lightly against dennis's cheek, and his first instinct is to snap his teeth, a cornered, scared dog.
robby only laughs, bright and delighted as he pulls his hand back. hey, hey, hey, now... no biting, little one. he hums in contemplation, and dennis watches as he pushes some sort of sedative, some sort of— whatever it is that makes dennis drowsy, takes the fight out of him, weakens his limbs. his eyes go heavylidded, and he desperately tries to keep them open.
oh, sweetie, you can sleep. doctor's orders, huh? get looots of rest... got a lot I wanna do with you, tomorrow, little mouse. robby's voice is low, gentle, the voice robby usually withholds for patients. dennis hates how soothing he finds it, hates how he wishes robby would keep talking sweet to him, eyes slipping silently down his temples. he can't even fight as the older man— his boss, his boss who he thought he knew— leans over, kisses soft at his pink lips.
dennis doesn't know why he doesn't try to bite again, maybe he's too tired. maybe it's the medicine coursing through his veins, or the hopelessness in his bones, maybe a mixture. he whimpers quietly as robby parts his mouth with his tongue, licking into him with a muffled groan. he pulls back, and dennis hates himself for hiccuping pitifully at the loss, more tears slipping from his tired eyes. they flutter shut, his consciousness slipping into oblivion as robby wipes spit off of his lips with the pad of a thumb, murmurs there you go. good boy. <3












