𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ? usually so in tune with liars , he detects not a hint of it within her tone . not that it matters , he supposes . the cough leaps from his chest , as though on cue ; to remind him what does matter . he takes a moment , the back of his hand covering his mouth as his body tries to dispel the sickness running riot through his system . long breaths dragged into wheezing lungs as he rights himself , returning to his position , leaned against the wall beside the hammock he vacated to make way for more patients . ( patients he infected . ) his gaze rolls to find her again , deep blues still hooded while the black eyes heal . he’s tired , and the ridiculously trivial nature of their conversation is enough to pull a humorless , rasping chuckle from him . ‘ yeah , whatever . ’ hands find his knees , using the momentum to push himself to his feet . ‘ pretty sure every single one of you forgot i existed as soon as you were done trying to HANG ME . ’