Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He barely flicked his ear up as she called out to him. He blinked at the ingredients on the table trying to make his eyes get it together. He needed to be strong. He was so tired of being strong. Being strong gave her that mark on her face and had him responsible;e for curing the whole damn pack. What if there was no cure? What if this was just something that would work its way through and they could recover on their own? Hmm... It wouldn't be likely if the nervous system was so affected.

He was drifting again. He sighed and braced his trembling paws on the table to help push his head up.
"Sorry... yeah... no... I'm tired." He glanced at her, she already thought he was trash, there was no point in hiding from her anymore.

"I'm not sleeping well." He admitted, "Mind if I just talk through my process? I can tell you what these herbs are? Might keep me awake. I think I'm on to something." He asked, nodding for her to come closer.

"Speech"