Stein shuddered when he saw the operating table. Before he contacted Birkin, he had seen himself strapped down to a table, and his own image bending over him to perform surgery. When he'd mentioned someone intending to remove his brain, he had been referring to himself. His other self. Something.
It had made sense in his brain, and it was hard to banish the image.
Birkin had said he would take care of him, and that he wouldn't hurt him. He just had to remember that.
Slowly he climbed up onto the table and rested his elbows on his knees, gazing down at the ground. He had forgotten all about how the blood got onto his face.
"I trust you," he said suddenly as Birkin moved towards him with the alcohol and bandage. He looked at the items with no comprehension of what they were for. "I didn't used to... But I think you won't experiment on me if I don't want you to. Not anymore." He reached out a hand and brushed fingers through Birkin's hair, fondly. "I think maybe you're my favourite now," he murmured. "Yes, I think so."
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Date: 2009-11-17 04:37 am (UTC)It had made sense in his brain, and it was hard to banish the image.
Birkin had said he would take care of him, and that he wouldn't hurt him. He just had to remember that.
Slowly he climbed up onto the table and rested his elbows on his knees, gazing down at the ground. He had forgotten all about how the blood got onto his face.
"I trust you," he said suddenly as Birkin moved towards him with the alcohol and bandage. He looked at the items with no comprehension of what they were for. "I didn't used to... But I think you won't experiment on me if I don't want you to. Not anymore." He reached out a hand and brushed fingers through Birkin's hair, fondly. "I think maybe you're my favourite now," he murmured. "Yes, I think so."