Ā Ā Ā Ā he watches her at first with an amused
smirk beneath his mask. heās determined that
sheāll have to pry the mask from his dead body
if she really wants to see under it so badlyā
the tapping makes himĀ t w i t c h .
Ā Ā Ā Ā he knocks her hand to the side and stands,
towering over her. he takes a few seconds to
evaluate her before a thick hand wraps around
her throat and he pins her to the wall.
Ā Ā Ā Ā he wonāt snap her neck; she means too much
to too many people to kill her just yet, not to
mention heād rather not have all of overwatch on
his ass for killing their good doc.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā 34K$ I3 OFF, DOC3OR. I D4R$ YOU.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā his health be damnedāif she wanted it off so
badly, she could have been more polite.
Teeth digs into her lower lip as she tries her best to rein in her frustration. He knocks her hand away as if heās a rebellious toddlerĀ about to unleash a hell of a tantrumĀ at their mother. Sheās not here to babysitĀ him, and sheās about to make that crystalĀ clear with him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She never gets the chance to.
The doctor takes a few steps back, alarm rising in her throat in a slow but searing simmer as he rises to his feet. He just about dwarfsĀ her---and she realizes, somewhere in the distant corner of her mind, that this is going to hurt. A protest rises and dies upon her tongue the moment his fingers close around the tender flesh that sits between her shoulders.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She gasps as her own hand tug at his frantically. Not like this, not like this. For the first time in a long while, fearĀ setsĀ in. The pressure on her windpipe is overwhelming; her heart races to compensate for the rapidly depleting oxygen levels. Her head begins to spin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhat are you trying to prove?ā A strange noise, something that sounds like an unholy medley of a choked splutter and a laughĀ escapes her strangled throat. Her hands have stopped fighting; she knows that she canāt win this---not this way. They come to rest, instead, on his wrist. Not pulling, not clawing, not digging.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYouāve been alone for so long---I know.ā Sheās able to utter a surprising amount of words for someone in a position as precarious as hers.Ā āYouāre not used to people... caring.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Her breathing is growing shallow. At this rate, sheās almost wheezing. Damn you, Angela---wasting your breath on someone like him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Still, she feels like she has to try.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā One of her thumbs brushes against the side of his, not firm enough to be harsh, yet not gentle enough to be a caress. She glares imploringly at those soulless goggles. Her reflection in the dark glass is almostĀ pathetic.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām just trying to help.ā