[That he gets any sleep is a miracle, and it certainly isn't restful. Even in sleep, he can't seem to escape a certain level of torment.
(But that's just what he deserves.)
This time, he snaps awake, his body jerking upright the instant he regains consciousness. What was a burning sting on his palm now feels distant and numb as he clenches his fists around their shared blanket. Beads of sweat dot his temples, and he struggles, wide-eyed to remember how to breathe. Overwhelmed by the pain and yearning before the dream's abrupt end, he makes nary a sound.
What time is it? This is a natural awakening. It can't be time for the investigation yet . . . ]
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(But that's just what he deserves.)
This time, he snaps awake, his body jerking upright the instant he regains consciousness. What was a burning sting on his palm now feels distant and numb as he clenches his fists around their shared blanket. Beads of sweat dot his temples, and he struggles, wide-eyed to remember how to breathe. Overwhelmed by the pain and yearning before the dream's abrupt end, he makes nary a sound.
What time is it? This is a natural awakening. It can't be time for the investigation yet . . . ]