Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
“I have to get th-them checked all the time. Once a month at l-least, or they might g-get infected.” Techie pauses and curls in on himself, shoulders hunched. “It’s not pretty,” he confesses, grimacing. “You don’t h-have to look if you don’t w-want to.”
The doctor comes in and get uncomfortably close to Techie’s face, probably spits on him a few times on accident, rattles off a list of questions that he dutifully answers, then asks him to remove his eyes.
“R-really, it’s gross… I don’t m-mind if you look aw-away.”
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