[The thread itself is old and brittle from being cleaned and dried many times over. Tense as John works, Kid tries to focus on the counting and his breathing...and it works. Until the cool metal of the scissors presses against his cheek, and he's suddenly somewhere else.
All promises about staying still are promptly forgotten. A trusted doctor standing over him, the cold metal of a scalpel pressed against his face, the limited mobility. Kid doesn't go to strike him, but he does reach for John's hand to stop the doctor. Despite both the illness and his size, his panicked grip is surprisingly strong if he manages to get a hold of him. His strangled cry is more tears than shout.]
St-stop, P-Professor-- [He doesn't wrench at John's arm, just holds tight.] Please--
cw: blood/medical stuff/etc
[The thread itself is old and brittle from being cleaned and dried many times over. Tense as John works, Kid tries to focus on the counting and his breathing...and it works. Until the cool metal of the scissors presses against his cheek, and he's suddenly somewhere else.
All promises about staying still are promptly forgotten. A trusted doctor standing over him, the cold metal of a scalpel pressed against his face, the limited mobility. Kid doesn't go to strike him, but he does reach for John's hand to stop the doctor. Despite both the illness and his size, his panicked grip is surprisingly strong if he manages to get a hold of him. His strangled cry is more tears than shout.]
St-stop, P-Professor-- [He doesn't wrench at John's arm, just holds tight.] Please--