Achilles: *he smiled giggling* as much as I like coming but I’m not that sick so often

Auto: *only flinched *

Auto: I know

Achilles: I’ll try not to end up here again next week

Auto: I’m aware of what I do

Achilles: *watching like he could see, he probably comes in just a little frequently and clearly for stitches quite a few times*

Auto: I know, why else would I continue to piss you off?

Achilles: *looked down* I’m sorry.. *he knows she means well but he’s got an apology problem*

Auto: how is that wrong?

Auto: and?

Achilles: *he screamed scrambling onto the table scraping his knee against those weird metal bars on the table in the process *

Achilles: *got up to explore the room that was all blurry and blobby to him*

Auto: for someone who wanted to torture me till I died, you sure as hell don’t want me dead

Auto: you’re gonna snap my spine and actually kill me more swiftly..

Achilles: *nodded relaxing*

Achilles: thank you

Auto: what’s stopping me?

Achilles: *took a second to take the vocal cue to stop talking*

Night))
Auto: …bleeding out feels nicer than I thought it would..

Auto: *flinched and after a bit he sorta mellowed out*