"Relax, smoothskin."
"Sorry, Doc," Knox murmured. He unclenched his fist and Doc Barrows pierced the skin. Knox watched the syringe fill up with his blood and then, the long needle left the wound. He accepted the band-aid Nurse gave him and let her put it on him. Gotta save that lifejuice for the cure.
"You'd like to know that he's stable for the moment." Knox nodded as he watched the way Patches gave in to non-alcohol induced slumber. His hair had grown to his shoulders now and the sickly green had lessened its vividness. His myocardium beat strongly according to the machine. Knox let slip a smile. "How about you? Are you stable?"
"Shit. Doc. This again?"
"I'm just asking if you're doing fine –"
"In my head, you mean…"
"In your head…everything."
"I'm great, Doc. Awesome." He touched his lips when he felt his lips crave for a cigarette. He would not give in. Gotta stay alive for the cure. Charon brushed his shoulder. Gotta stay alive for other people as well. "Fucking awesome."
Note: Thanks for reading. I found this difficult to write, because I had to tweak a lot of characters and in the end they sounded OOC in a lot of ways. Well, it was fun, though. And thank you for reading this. Comments and reviews are greatly appreciated.