「 written for @kllivt & continued from here 」
eyes narrow at the little phrase scribbled onto a tattered piece of paper and he sighs, “I-I.. I’m sorry..” All the other needed was a friend to help- and he was probably the only one he could ask for the type of medication in question since he did have access to the pharmacy thanks to an acquaintance he works in the morgue with. But his job would be on the line if the director found out, so saying no was his only option. Though he does find himself scribbling down a name and an address, worriedly watching the other across from himself. “If you go here, I’m sure they could get it for you.. is everything okay?”
" — It’s fine, ” he sighs audibly, waving a hand to dismiss his friend’s apology. It wasn’t like him to take advantage of others, to weave their connections and abilities and make them his own. But he’d like to say that desperate times calls for desperate measures, and even his conscience had relented after playing victim to the persistent problem that had been plaguing him for days. Smoothing a palm over his face, the boy grimaced uncomfortably before reaching over to offer his explanation in the form of impatient scribbles. “ Definitely not okay, I’ve got sandfly bites all over my ankles and the itch is killing me… ” He thought he’d go absolutely insane just trying to keep himself from reaching down to scratch the spots that burned, to sooth the bites that would only spread with touch. “ Should have listened and not gone frolicking in the fields that day… oh god, the regret. ” He punctuates his silent sentence with weak laughter, head coming to a rest on the table with a resigned groan.
