Dave gets out something like a laugh, and slowly breaks the contact, stepping away from the bed. "All right," he says. "Let me just...find somebody who knows what the fuck's going on and figure out whether we can just walk out the front door, or if I gotta pull some slick kidnapping shit or something."
He backs towards the door of the room, not taking his eyes off Gamzee - but it's different this time. It's not that he's afraid Gamzee will do something to him if his back is turned, more like...he's afraid Gamzee might do something to himself, or...something like that. Shit. Dave seriously has no idea what he's doing.
He gropes for the doorhandle behind his back, finds it, and then mutters, "Just...I'll be right back, okay. Don't...do anything stupid while I'm gone."
Then he slips out the door and hurries off, trying to find that nurse who was in the room before, or some doctor-looking people. Somebody.
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Date: 2012-06-07 05:30 am (UTC)He backs towards the door of the room, not taking his eyes off Gamzee - but it's different this time. It's not that he's afraid Gamzee will do something to him if his back is turned, more like...he's afraid Gamzee might do something to himself, or...something like that. Shit. Dave seriously has no idea what he's doing.
He gropes for the doorhandle behind his back, finds it, and then mutters, "Just...I'll be right back, okay. Don't...do anything stupid while I'm gone."
Then he slips out the door and hurries off, trying to find that nurse who was in the room before, or some doctor-looking people. Somebody.