Tyde is hooked up to numerous wires that run into his mouth. I wonder how they're able to utilize anything on him, his skin shouldn't be able to be pierced so any form of needles wouldn't be able to work.
"You okay Tits?" I send a mental message as I approach his hospital bed.
"Never been better." He grins through the tubes and opens him palm to invite my hand into his.
He still craves my touch. My obedient dog is waiting to be leashed again. I stroke his hand gently with my fingers and sit beside him.
"A lot has happened while you've been under." I use my voice to speak, allowing me to lean in and get closer.
"I could sort of tell." His mind sends images of a glimpse of Tito that he saw while they escorted him to the facility. "He seems to be in a rough mental state. Said he wanted to kill you. Tia shares that sentiment."
