What kind of man loves like this Drabble
Mac's hands twitched in helpless spasm. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing, to distract himself from what awaited him.
To forget the restraints on his wrists.
A woman in a long, white lab coat was watching his every move, registering every reaction on his face with almost a scientific curiosity.
She leisurely approached the medical chair, a one-sided smile on her lips. "Mr MacGyver, it's a pleasure to have you here, even if you don't reciprocate the feeling", she winked at him. Dark eyes squinted behind the glasses as she leaned closer. "The drug should start working pretty soon."
Her fingers brushed the hair from his forehead, stopping abruptly when he turned his head away. "You know the drill, don't you? You've done it before. Start counting."
Mac closed his eyes. The distorted, dreamlike memories were beginning to resurface, filling his mind with dread.
"What kind of man loves like this?"
Exhausted and dizzy, he couldn't help but open his eyes. "Wha--"
She was again leaning over his face. "To willingly surrender yourself to go back to your darkest hour, to relive it to find the clue to the riddle. To help us save your partner's live. You truly are an exceptionall man, Angus MacGyver."
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