"It's functional me." He can't keep the agitation out of his comments. How could she understand? She didn't have to see his fellow soldiers taken out in front of him by bullets and explosions.
She didn't have to relive his nightmares, being strapped to a cold hard table and tortured until he fell unconsciousness every night or feel the panic that shot through him without warning when somewhere in the complex and explosion, a drill or a pop that sounded just a little too close to gunfire set him off so he came to somewhere else in the Complex, either trying to hide or getting into a fight that for once he hadn't meant to start.
"Let me worry about what I do to myself." It was the most level headed response he could manage under the circumstances and he fully intended to leave her there. He was down to two doses for the day, but his third, now second, was still back in his room and now he needed to trek back to get it.
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She didn't have to relive his nightmares, being strapped to a cold hard table and tortured until he fell unconsciousness every night or feel the panic that shot through him without warning when somewhere in the complex and explosion, a drill or a pop that sounded just a little too close to gunfire set him off so he came to somewhere else in the Complex, either trying to hide or getting into a fight that for once he hadn't meant to start.
"Let me worry about what I do to myself." It was the most level headed response he could manage under the circumstances and he fully intended to leave her there. He was down to two doses for the day, but his third, now second, was still back in his room and now he needed to trek back to get it.