[sixteen-point-five]
[ Direct follow up to this post]
[Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to drown the migraine.]
[It hadn't worked, damn them. He feels as if his brain is frying and it would make his eyes melt in their sockets. It was blinding; he's having a hard time focusing, and while he knows his nose is bleeding, he has no idea how much. Just like the good ol' days. Only it's worse, so much worse.]
[He curls in on himself and tries to focus on his breathing. It sounds too loud in his ears, everything does, and he wants to scream.]
[Everyone breaks. You are not an exception.]
[Another pulse of pain fills his skull, and he leans forward so far as to nearly touch his forehead to the ground.]
[Everyone. Everyone.]
[Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to drown the migraine.]
[It hadn't worked, damn them. He feels as if his brain is frying and it would make his eyes melt in their sockets. It was blinding; he's having a hard time focusing, and while he knows his nose is bleeding, he has no idea how much. Just like the good ol' days. Only it's worse, so much worse.]
[He curls in on himself and tries to focus on his breathing. It sounds too loud in his ears, everything does, and he wants to scream.]
[Everyone breaks. You are not an exception.]
[Another pulse of pain fills his skull, and he leans forward so far as to nearly touch his forehead to the ground.]
[Everyone. Everyone.]