Joe had spent an unrestful night watching his son writhe about in obvious pain and discomfort. He hadn't so much said words as made horrible sounds that were somewhat akin to begging, though who Julian was begging, Joe had no idea. He had an idea what Julian was begging for though. And every so often, Joe would catch an 'it itches make it stop' or a soft 'it hurts' but mostly...it was just meaningful nonsense.
( Ew... )
( Ew... )