The sink catches his vomit, fresh water cleaning the puke away.
Tiago gasps, reaching out with a trembling hand and almost knocking over the tub of pills on the cabinet shelf. He puts two on his tongue, swallowing reflexively. Leave me alone. Catching sight of the unhealthy pale complexion in the bathroom mirror, the double-oh agent feels his eyes begin to roll as the medication kicks in… Putting a dampener on his thoughts. Keeping him safe.
He’d forgotten to take his prescription before he left for Tripoli. The mission had been a bloody massacre, bringing out the worst in the field agent. Too much screaming. Too many scarred, mutilated bodies. M’s voice in his earpiece told him to keep casualties to a minimum.
Tiago shot them all. He couldn’t hear her.