Sitting is better... [Kid watches the scissors warily, stepping back to the larger master bedroom. He wants to ask what's best, where the best spot to sit, the best position, how he can help. It's easier than thinking about those scissors close enough to snip sutures from his empty eye socket.
He ends up sitting on the bed, lightheaded and watching Watson suspiciously. He's small and not necessarily easy to reach while seated, but he's not convinced he'd be able to stay upright. Wringing his hands, he mumbles:] I...I would prefer to clean them myself. Ah--please, Dr. Watson.
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He ends up sitting on the bed, lightheaded and watching Watson suspiciously. He's small and not necessarily easy to reach while seated, but he's not convinced he'd be able to stay upright. Wringing his hands, he mumbles:] I...I would prefer to clean them myself. Ah--please, Dr. Watson.