"You're going too far," he mumbled as he adjusted the IV tube that was wrapped around the man's hand so that it was neat again.
His hands gripped the iron on the left side of the bed with his body slightly arched forward, staring intently at the bruised face of the unconscious man in front of him. He sighed softly, still staring intently at the young man's bruised face.
"Sorry to make you like this."
Harley massaged the bridge of his itchy nose, closed his eyes, and lifted his face before another sigh could be heard in the soundproof room. He opened his eyes, staring at the empty ceiling with a lamp so bright, very different from his private room which was always dark and only used dim lights when he wanted to do something there.
