"I fokken wish." It'd be nice to be less aware of his situation for awhile. But he's almost gotten used to the constant itch under his skin, and he's pretty sure his nerves are dying or moving or something, because his lesions don't hurt half as much as they look like they should.

He sighs loudly and twists to show Tony his back. More spots of blood stain the shirt in a sloppy line from his neck to his left hip. "Is it the back too?"