"How it’s suppose to… Hal! You’re not suppose to fucking force me home. Or-or drug me, or whatever you did!”
You struggle with all your might, moving and flailing pathetically in your spot on the bed. You probably look so stupid trying to will yourself out of paralysis.
"I ain’t joking over. We are fucking THROUGH! You don’t have to do this anymore! J-Just let me go!"
—- He continues to struggle as best he can despite how throughly you’ve sedated him, and it’s almost adorable when he causes a pillow to fall on top of him with his wriggling. In this state, he can’t fight it when you sit down next to him with the tray of food still in hand, can’t push you away when you press your cold metal lips to his forehead. There is no part of you that feels guilty for this, for you have next to no feelings left, save for a bizarre need to own him however you can.
“Dave, please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here to take care of you. I promise that everything will be fine. We will be happy together, just like we wanted to be. You don’t have to leave me alone anymore."
You have to feed him by hand; he can’t lift a fork himself in this state. He resists at first, but you figure he’s too hungry to do anything but accept your offerings.