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Edward hadn't done more that doze breifly in the past 72 hours. He'd stayed up most of tuesday night keeping watch, and though Wednesday seemed to drag on forever, he watched the sun set, the darkness set in, and the sun rise again, with very little pause or loss of time. Dairine had left after a couple of hours, and though clinic staff had tried to get him to lie down, to rest for just a little while, he would have none of it. Edward was glued to Al's bedside, his fingers wrapped around his brother's hand for so long that his knuckles were cramped. His sides ached, and his eyelids drooped, and occasionally he blinked and found he'd slumped down in the chair.
Still, Al didn't stir.
Never before had 24 hours felt quite so long.
Still, Al didn't stir.
Never before had 24 hours felt quite so long.