GUILTy Conscience

-1000 times more gullible than he is in game, meaning he’ll be more likely to go along with whatever stupid shit Gabe suggests (such as smoking his hair) but he performed surgery on acid at least once

I did not draw this, it was from a deleted scene in the game. Although I might attempt to draw it.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Panic. Absolute hysteria… She hadn’t said much to him since he was placed in this… this cage. He wouldn’t call it a jail cell. He wouldn’t even call it a cell. It was like a cage. Some big crate, maybe made for a great dane or something. He was cramped in it, no way to stand. His mind was foggy from the effects of the drugs she had given him. There was no way that he would be in a dog crate otherwise. 

Now he had resorted to attempting to knaw at the bars. He must have been a werecreature for a lot longer than he was letting on, because he resorted to a lot of feral things a lot more quickly than he should.

and then there’s this which is utterly nonsensical

Panic. Absolute hysteria… She hadn’t said much to him since he was placed in this… this cage. He wouldn’t call it a jail cell. He wouldn’t even call it a cell. It was like a cage. Some big crate, maybe made for a great dane or something. He was cramped in it, no way to stand. His mind was foggy from the effects of the drugs she had given him. There was no way that he would be in a dog crate otherwise. 

“I’m not… That thing. Right now.”

"Let me out! God dammit, let me out!" There was no way she was going to be able to get him to lift his shirt on his own anymore. If she wanted to see, she would have to face being punched, scratched, kicked, or maybe even bit if she couldn't sedate him first. The was a good chance that she could.

Panic. Absolute hysteria… She hadn’t said much to him since he was placed in this… this cage. He wouldn’t call it a jail cell. He wouldn’t even call it a cell. It was like a cage. Some big crate, maybe made for a great dane or something. He was cramped in it, no way to stand. His mind was foggy from the effects of the drugs she had given him. There was no way that he would be in a dog crate otherwise. 

"I'm not... That thing. Right now."

Panic. Absolute hysteria… She hadn’t said much to him since he was placed in this… this cage. He wouldn’t call it a jail cell. He wouldn’t even call it a cell. It was like a cage. Some big crate, maybe made for a great dane or something. He was cramped in it, no way to stand. His mind was foggy from the effects of the drugs she had given him. There was no way that he would be in a dog crate otherwise. 

"What do you want with me?"

I don’t have a guise for Norath yet but I hope to get one soon. But ah, lore stuffs!

“It’s nothing good, but it’s not like it’s not normal.”

“I was directed to you, something about my pneumothorax…”

“Your.. Penumothorax?” Derek questioned and nodded. He moved away from the door, so the other could enter. “Yes I am Doctor Stiles, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable.” He hadn’t had a case like this in a while. He usually just treated people with GUILT but the other doctors seemed to have that covered.

He seemed pretty stoic, honestly. Even still, he clutched his coat. Seemed like someone wasn't a fan of getting comfortable.

“I’ve been fucking the neighbour, okay?!” “We haven’t been intimate in weeks. That must say something about how I make you feel.” “I was only ever here because I pitied you… and then it escalated and I didn’t know how to get out.” “To me you’re nothing more than a mercy fuck.” “I can’t believe you were lying to me all this time.” “There is nothing I want more than to be with you, but I can’t.” “You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.” “You can’t just lead me on for weeks and expect me to be okay with that all being made up!” “No, I’m not okay! You hurt me and now you expect me to feel sorry for you? You can’t blame your mistakes on your ‘problems’ all the time, okay?! I thought you loved me!” “I can’t believe you actually thought I was in love with you.” “I knew you were cheating on me. Well, guess what: last night I cheated on you too. I wanted you to know what it felt like.” “I had no idea you felt like that about me. I thought you were just interested in me as a friend. I’m sorry.” “I wasn’t leading you on! We were just having fun, right? It’s not my fault you got your hopes up.” “Woah, it was a one night stand, nothing more, okay?” “You mean this as a sex only thing, right? I don’t do relationships.” “No, you can’t come over. I’m married and have kids. Wrap your head around that.” “If you thought I could ever be into you like that, you thought wrong.” “You’re not my type.” “So, who is it that you’re fucking? Is he/she hotter than me? Younger? What is it?” “Oh my god, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” “I’ve met someone.” “You’re getting too clingy. I don’t like them when they get clingy.” “You just don’t make me happy anymore. It’s as simple as that.” “Do you even still love me? Or have you just grown bored with me? What is it? I can’t go on not knowing anymore.” “So now you want me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck him/her?! Like that sort of thing happens as a mistake– Or, you mean…?” “We fell in love too quickly for me to realise what I was getting myself into. This wasn’t a good idea.” “Please just kiss me one last time?”