Pure T0rture
The other doctor seemed to cringed when the other pulled him closer. He could barely make out the scent of his warm breath. Why... Why did all of this torture him so? He couldn't stand the tension, he couldn't look his superior in the face without feeling his heartbeat accelerate. Where did these confusing feelings even come from? The promotion? The drunk kiss? Did Josef even experience the same troubles as him?
"I'm fine." Bernard lied, avoiding his colleague's gaze. He was truly sick, of that he was sure. He felt a throbbing headache trouble his thoughts, it was hard to breath coherently, and the thunder in his ribcage convinced him that his ribs would break. The hand on him, Rieux feared Mengele would feel his rapid heartbeat as well.
"I'm fine." Bernard lied, avoiding his colleague's gaze. He was truly sick, of that he was sure. He felt a throbbing headache trouble his thoughts, it was hard to breath coherently, and the thunder in his ribcage convinced him that his ribs would break. The hand on him, Rieux feared Mengele would feel his rapid heartbeat as well.