(Be polite to your elders, project a respective air, don't shame your name. Even through the near-crippling pain, Hisoka remembers the lessons he was taught as a child. However, suspicions begin to shift his attitude.)
You're not a doctor, how could you do that? (A slightly colder tone creeps into his voice just moments before his eyes widen in both horror and shock. Small, weak hands grip at the sheets as a sudden realization hits him.) Did they send you to kill me?
(Perhaps they'd grown tired of waiting. Despite their treatment of him, Hisoka admittedly never thought they would end his life themselves, but perhaps the burden has become too heavy. His body shifts in the bed as if trying to get away from his assassin, but in reality, what hope does he have? While his limbs technically work, the pain has robbed him of most movement.) You'd kill me like this? Coward.
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You're not a doctor, how could you do that? (A slightly colder tone creeps into his voice just moments before his eyes widen in both horror and shock. Small, weak hands grip at the sheets as a sudden realization hits him.) Did they send you to kill me?
(Perhaps they'd grown tired of waiting. Despite their treatment of him, Hisoka admittedly never thought they would end his life themselves, but perhaps the burden has become too heavy. His body shifts in the bed as if trying to get away from his assassin, but in reality, what hope does he have? While his limbs technically work, the pain has robbed him of most movement.) You'd kill me like this? Coward.