Mickenzie hated this damn cuff. It often left bruises because he bruised easy to begin with. Whining at the uncomfortableness in his arm and chest, he looked to his brother and just watched him. He closed his eyes again and bit down on his lip. The cuff was releasing and he could already tell he'd need to take his blood pressure pill and possibly one of the shots they had to take for this type of thing. A mild sedative that would knock him out no matter how mild they said it was.
"S...Sorry...."
Logan yelped when his brother glomped him. But when it took longer than usual to unglomp him, he pushed his brother off and snorted. Following Leander's line of view, Logan became entranced in what their parents were doing too. Tilting his head, he sat up and tugged the blanket around him more comfortably.
What are they doing...?
