Guilt pooled in his stomach, features showing that had he been feeling like his normal self...heâd have been ready to argue the point. But he gave a ragged cough and slumped back into Nyxsâ body. Looking far too miserable, even if he had all the right to be. Head shaking as he refused to speak anymore about the matter.
Heâd given what he could...and he didnât want to risk the chance of throwing up again when his body was wound so tight with anxiety and stress.
Promptosâ hands curled into the clean parts of his fathersâ shirt before eyeing the hospital gown with a bit of trepidation. ...Heâd be exposed again with what little a gown covered.
Theyâd no what happened.
His eyes shut tight as he forced himself to stop his mind before it got worse. To quiet the screaming in his head. They were here because he needed help. These people were here to help him, and his father was here. Nothing was going to happen this time. His clothes were coming off because he chose them to.
Anxiety crushed his lungs in their firm grip at the mention of inspecting his body for damage, but blue eyes finally opened; wide eyed and a tad frantic, only to look towards the Glaive.
A silent plead for him to stay here. To keep him grounded.
Promptosâ breathing hitched as he struggled to look at the doctor before nodding. Struggling again to move and fight off choked sounds of pain before he was finally into the hospital gown. Quivering like a frightened child as he stood there on unsure feet.
He was exhausted...and the sooner this could be done...
Well... The faster they could go home.
âNow weâre going to need you to lie down so we can get you as comfortable as we can for this... I canât promise anything, but weâll go slow, and we wonât do anything without saying what weâre doing first and getting your approval.â The doctor explained, helping the teen getting situated before turning to Nyx.
âI know this may not mean much... But you both are handling this incredibly well. And Iâm relieved you came here as soon as you did. Weâll get you right as rain, okay?â Voice soft as they spoke to both Prompto and his father.
A small nod left the other, aimlessly reaching out to hug against his fathers arm. Wishing heâd brought a plushie or a pillow of all things. Something of comfort that wasnât going to burden his dad.