"How could you not pity me? I'm a fucking charity case. They'd put me in those commercials with In the Arms of an Angel playing in the background, right in between the cancer patient and the amputee. They dumped me here from the middle of the ICU looking like fucking Two-face, and you don't pity me?"

He grits his teeth for a moment against the bitter taste of his own anger.

"I got triggered because you did the equivalent of a bluetooth sync. That's a joke."