That syringe just sitting there made Mike nervous. The allure of getting rid of this feeling was already almost too great to resist, no matter the risk. He tried to tell himself he wasn't thinking clearly, but that did little to help. It was drowned out by an ever-changing array of ideas that could help relieve the pressure. Most of them involved getting his hands on the man before him.
Something cold. That idea would definitely work. An ice pack of some sort. Basic first aid, reduce the swelling. He didn't have the patience to feign gratitude, with all the things filling his head. He just moved to the fridge before those fleeting ideas could become anything more solid. He pulled open the fridge and tried looking inside. It was just short enough that he couldn't do so without bending over. And with out clothes that wouldn't work so well.
His first idea was just to pull the shirt aside and let the chilled air do the job for him. But he managed to resist that notion, crouching down to look at the contents for anything that might help.
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Date: 2018-08-29 03:15 am (UTC)Something cold. That idea would definitely work. An ice pack of some sort. Basic first aid, reduce the swelling. He didn't have the patience to feign gratitude, with all the things filling his head. He just moved to the fridge before those fleeting ideas could become anything more solid. He pulled open the fridge and tried looking inside. It was just short enough that he couldn't do so without bending over. And with out clothes that wouldn't work so well.
His first idea was just to pull the shirt aside and let the chilled air do the job for him. But he managed to resist that notion, crouching down to look at the contents for anything that might help.