[Jesse spends a good while raging, well past the point where it's about Mark Hoffman and his graduation. It's the Doctor, the Admiral, the Barge. Himself, obviously. Mr. White, maybe even more obviously. Not that he'd say any of this shit out loud, for the most part: he shouts, but most of it's at the Doctor, about being locked up. He hits the bars again. He doesn't have much to throw, but he does chuck his cigarettes against the wall.
And then, eventually, he wears himself out. Stomach churning as much with emotion as alcohol, he crawls onto the cot and lets sleep take over. Just before he passes out, he remembers something -- a warm voice murmuring in his ear -- and shifts miserably onto his side, pillowing his head on his arm.
He wakes when the Doctor speaks with a horrible groan, bringing up the other hand to clutch his head.]
Jesus...
[The words penetrate after a second and he wavers, thinking as best he can through the muzz. He knows, he already knows, that this is not an option again. But the pain...]
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And then, eventually, he wears himself out. Stomach churning as much with emotion as alcohol, he crawls onto the cot and lets sleep take over. Just before he passes out, he remembers something -- a warm voice murmuring in his ear -- and shifts miserably onto his side, pillowing his head on his arm.
He wakes when the Doctor speaks with a horrible groan, bringing up the other hand to clutch his head.]
Jesus...
[The words penetrate after a second and he wavers, thinking as best he can through the muzz. He knows, he already knows, that this is not an option again. But the pain...]
Aspirin. Tylenol. Something. Not...
[He swallows, his voice cracked.]