[just sleep it off. a long way to walk tomorrow. the next task, then the next, then the next.
the more he reminds himself, the less he sleeps - until he does, as is often the case when a racing mind pitches off a cliff. but it's restless sleep, and he doesn't get the benefit of being void of dreaming. when the anesthesiologist leans in and blocks the overhead light, it's Yuki; he can see glimpses the SDF uniform under the surgeon's smock. it wakes him up with a little startle in a cold sweat, and he bites down hard on his lip to hold his breath before it can get away from him.
if prompted, he can eventually murmur:] Just a bad dream.
[...]
I don't know if...I can go back. [and expect things to be normal, at least.]
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on 2024-05-01 04:43 pm (UTC)the more he reminds himself, the less he sleeps - until he does, as is often the case when a racing mind pitches off a cliff. but it's restless sleep, and he doesn't get the benefit of being void of dreaming. when the anesthesiologist leans in and blocks the overhead light, it's Yuki; he can see glimpses the SDF uniform under the surgeon's smock. it wakes him up with a little startle in a cold sweat, and he bites down hard on his lip to hold his breath before it can get away from him.
if prompted, he can eventually murmur:] Just a bad dream.
[...]
I don't know if...I can go back. [and expect things to be normal, at least.]