I found myself staring into the face of Scorpiorilla

I merely muttered "I hate dreaming." He just said "open up" so I did. I told him about everything, the dream my anxiety, my worries and suspicions. Several times he tried to stop me, but I just rambled on and ignored him. Once I finished, he had his face in his hands, and breathing heavily. I thought he was crying for me, and the little balloon of like I had for him expanded enough to fill the world, he wasn't a big toughie after all. He was a....well, softie on the inside. This had me bubbling with emotion and appreciation for his grief for me. But apparently, I read his emotions wrong, because when he looked up, his face wasn't streaked with tears, it radiated pure annoyance. He rumbled. "I'm not your therapist, I meant open up your mouth you idiot." My face was blank at these words. Then a light came on and realization dawned on me as I now knew that I indeed was an idiot. I then just silently opened my mouth, wondering why I'm having a dental check, when I remembered the bug I ate. He used some tools to apply paste to my swollen tongue, and immediately had this cooling effect, and TA DA!! My tongue was numb. No more pain. Hooray. He then stitched up the inside of my cheek where but it.  Once he was finished, I said a very grateful thank you and he just stared at me. Then a light went on in his head as realization dawned on his face when he figured out that I had said a thank you instead of some annoying comment or life summary. He said a stiff "You're wel-welcome." Then left the cell. A few minutes later he came back with food. Actual, solid food that I wasn't being fed through a tube on my flesh. He knew what I was thinking and smirked as I basically drooled like an animal at the food. Then he sat down on the chair, and put the tray on his lap. I thought he was gonna feed me, which is a little strange, but I guess I can live with that if I get real food. He put food on the spoon, raised it in the direction of my mouth, obviously teasing me, then he, quick as a flash, stuck the food in his own mouth and chewed, obviously very pleased with my displeasure at his actions. Then he shoveled the rest of the food down his mouth, then stood up to leave the room when I blurted "Can I at least be un handcuffed from this table!?" He rolled his eyes and unhooked me from the table. I glared at him cuz I was still mad about the food, when he gave a little wave, grinning evilly, and left the room. Stupid ape.