[i]'Well, shit.'[/i]  Arrow mentally scolded himself.  It was now completely clear that this man wasn't someone he could smart mouth and still get out of the situation unharmed.  As the man leaned over him,  Arrow instinctively shrank backwards.  As if the motion were rehearsed, he pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over his head protectively.  Shadowy figures danced on the edge of vision, though he knew as soon as he turned to look they would disappear.  Soft, menacing voices mumbled incoherently, mocking his pathetic display.  None of it was real; the added stress was making his hallucinations surface, even through the heavy dose of drugs he had been given.

His heart rate rapidly increased, until he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.  He kept his face covered still as tears sprung up in his eyes and spilled down his face.  The voices were right, of course; he was pathetic.  “A-Arrow.”  He answered the man, swallowing hard.  “Arrow West.” 

He allowed the tears to fall into his lap, not daring to move and wipe them away.  The voices sneered at him.  Figures laughed out the corner of his eye.  Arrow squeezed his eyes shut.  “Please don't hit me.”