OOI: Nightmares
He tosses and turns, throwing off blankets when he gets too hot, pulling them back on when he gets too cold.
He's sweating, but finding no relief.
The dark marks on his skin might be bruises. He's not looking at them closely.
And he's dreaming.
I'm dying.
He looks around.
Where's Angel?
Where you are is home. Words spoken a lifetime before.
Where's Angel?
WHERE'S ANGEL?
There is no answer.
He wakes abruptly, shivering under the covers.
"Jane." It hurts to talk. "Send a note to Mark.
Please."
I don't want to die alone.
He's sweating, but finding no relief.
The dark marks on his skin might be bruises. He's not looking at them closely.
And he's dreaming.
I'm dying.
He looks around.
Where's Angel?
Where you are is home. Words spoken a lifetime before.
Where's Angel?
WHERE'S ANGEL?
There is no answer.
He wakes abruptly, shivering under the covers.
"Jane." It hurts to talk. "Send a note to Mark.
Please."
I don't want to die alone.