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He's pretty sure that it's Heather that he dreams of. She doesn't talk to him and he doesn't really see her, but he's lying there with his head in he rlap and she's smoothing her hand over his hair. In the dream, he wonders why it's her and not Will, but she smells good and she's close and gentle and he wants to stay with her, for a while.
Waking up is kind of a wrench, and not just because the pain comes with it.
His mouth is unbelievably dry and he tries to swallow and can't.
"Could I have some water?" he croaks.
For a moment, he still thinks it's Heather sitting there.
Waking up is kind of a wrench, and not just because the pain comes with it.
His mouth is unbelievably dry and he tries to swallow and can't.
"Could I have some water?" he croaks.
For a moment, he still thinks it's Heather sitting there.