room 213 | morning | tuesday | august 4
Since waking up on Sunday, Ned had only gotten snatches of sleep here and there. They mostly happened when he was so exhausted, he just couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and passed out. Every time that happened, he was surprised that he woke up again even if the images and the smells were still ringing in his head.
He'd just woken up from one of those unexpected naps, eyes weary and body slack against his pillows. Digby was curled up on top of the blankets (no killing his dog, thanks) and looking at him with no small amount of concern.
"I'm having a bad time of it, boy," he said and wished for the gazillionth time that he could pet Digby. "I think I hurt a lot of people. He hurt a lot of people. It's..."
He shook his head and closed his eyes again, trying to think of anything other than that place and his face doing unimaginable things to people.
His stomach roiled. His plan wasn't working very well.
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He'd just woken up from one of those unexpected naps, eyes weary and body slack against his pillows. Digby was curled up on top of the blankets (no killing his dog, thanks) and looking at him with no small amount of concern.
"I'm having a bad time of it, boy," he said and wished for the gazillionth time that he could pet Digby. "I think I hurt a lot of people. He hurt a lot of people. It's..."
He shook his head and closed his eyes again, trying to think of anything other than that place and his face doing unimaginable things to people.
His stomach roiled. His plan wasn't working very well.
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