God.
I just woke up from a hideously disturbing dream. Ward's been hurt again, I know it. Something's wrong. I haven't thought of him in weeks, and last night he died in my dreams, and his brother blamed me, and now I wake up crying. I miss his friendship...and I worry when I dream like this. I know something's wrong. I hope he's all right. I just wish there wasn't any bullshit so I could call him. I want to know he's ok.