[Otacon didn't sleep well. That much had been true since college, back in the days when he had far less to worry about and a little less to hate himself for. When he worked, the engineer forgot about eating and sleeping altogether until he was finished; overall, he got by reasonably well as an insomniac.]
[But all that being true, Otacon would have loved to forget his insomnia for one night. He wanted to be able to ignore the burning pain from several injuries, to just sleep through it for a while.]
[Of course, tonight of all nights he couldn't sleep. Otacon was afraid, terrified of every sound and perceived movement in the dark. Ultimately, he wound up sitting on the bed with his laptop, room lit by the battery-run device. He typed away a bit awkwardly with his one usable hand, coding a program for the communication device that would eventually be used by
corpsidus.]
[...really, he just wished he didn't have to feel so helpless.]
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