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Tired
He was tired. A bone-aching, head-thumping tired that sent his body ringing with it, vibrated its way through his marrow and set his teeth to chattering. Nothing to do but hold on and wish for dim silence, to try and ignore the sounds from the window that couldn't be closed, the light that couldn't be shut out, to try and breathe slowly and gently and hopefully. No matter the grim bed was empty, might always be empty, but for him and this crying tiredness.
They would hear from Bodie soon.
Surely, one day soon.
He turned into the pillow again.