"Thanks." I hear Dale mutter, the bed moving a bit, I wince as the movement jostles me.
My eyes fly open when I feel a slight pressure on my arms, a strangled sob pouring out of my lips.
Virgil is still crouched beside me, his expression looks like he's in more pain. "Careful, dipshit." He growls to Dale.
"I am." Dale snaps at him, a raw edge to his voice as he carefully pushes a hand through my hair as an apology.
"I-I'm fine." I gulp.
Dale is really careful with the cutting, the entire room is quiet and I wonder vaguely if they've left.
I still can't help the tiny gasps that escape me especially when he gently cradles my arms so that he can gingerly pull off the duct tape the rest of the way, my eyes water up and I bite down on the sheets to reduce the sounds of pain.
I note that Virgil hasn't touched me once but I'm trying too hard to not burst out crying to think too hard.