[61] Insomnia's a bitch
[Friends Filter-this is generous, you are probably on it]
[Let's pretend it is the middle of the night. Cissie... looks like crap. Like she hasn't slept since the flood ended, which hey! Happens to be true. She's hollow-eyed and pale and just not herself. ...That lack of sleep might have turned off her usual brain-to-mouth filters.]
I guess this is the stage of post-flood-trauma where we deny we're not perfectly okay, or else go ahead and admit we've been totally emotionally screwed, but either way, we're all sick of hearing about it or talking about it, or dealing with it at all, and we want to pretend it never happened. Except we can't pretend it didn't, because it's always right there. Just waiting for us to stop being on guard for two seconds, that's all, two seconds. And then BAM. There it is.
...I had a point. I don't even remember what I was getting at.
[PAUSE]
...Or it really isn't bothering some of you, and hey, that's awesome. Maybe apathy's the way to go. Is that like something you can learn? Or it's all faking it, and that'd be cool too, except it catches up with you eventually.
[LONGER PAUSE]
What do you do when you can't sleep?
[Infirmary Filter]
I need something to do. Please. I know I can't--I shouldn't do things with patients right now. I know that. But I can do something. I can't sit here and think anymore. I can take inventory? Count supplies? Disinfect things, file paperwork? I don't care, just--anything. Please.
[Private to Kirk]
...I'm sorry.
[Private to Arthur]
[...Yeah no never mind, she has no idea what to say LET'S PRETEND THIS ISN'T HERE]
[Private to Isaac]
Are you back yet? I'm... so glad you missed that. Please come back.
[Private to Sylar]
We should probably talk. I don't know what to say, but... I don't even know.
[Private to Tim]
...He's not you. And she's not me. [PAUSE] And I'm pretty sure neither of us believe that right now.
[Useless Private for Molly]
...You'd better come back, damn it.