[Crichton's eyes flutter open to glare heavy lidded at Scorpius, but then they roll back and he lets out a hissing breath between clenched teeth. It's all the indication Scorpius will get that Crichton has heard or understood what's been said. Crichton wants to fight. He wants to fight Scorpius, and the drugs and this sick rising of nausea growing steadily in his gut, but he just can't anymore...

Tense minutes pass.

He tries to roll his head to the side, but it's caught in Scorpius' hands. He's forgotten what's happening and why his head needs to be held, or even who could be doing it. There's a moment of dazed confusion, he opens his eyes again, sees Scorpius and cries out. Then he remembers, and he becomes terrified to know that he'd forgotten. Only, he's forgotten again. His awareness, it's slipping like water through his fingers. He can't catch enough to drink. All that's left now is the terror without the understanding of why. His head is killing him. He feels so sick. He feels he may pass out. He wishes he would. He just wants it to stop, whatever it is.

He's so scared.]