Whumptober 2022 fill No.28: Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache
Whumptober 2022 fill No.29: Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”
~The Morning After~
Silas woke to a head that felt like shattered eggs in a blender and an arm that felt like it’d been dipped in a fire ant nest.
He groaned and dug his heels and good hand into the hospital bed, as if he could press his pain into the mattress. Something happened while he was out. He remembered fire and howling, but his memory was a tight mess of yarn, both ends buried so deeply that he had no hope of finding a starting point to untangle anything.
A faint breath drew his attention to his left. He relaxed his neck so that his cheek dropped onto his pillow, and found an unexpected face.
Moving dialled up his pain from a heated simmer to bright sparks. He pushed through and snaked his good arm over the edge of his bed until he weakly jabbed the sleeping Zoey in the shoulder.
“Zoey,” he rasped.
But the girl didn’t stir. And when he actually looked at her, the shadowed bags under her eyes told him why.
There was a story hidden in the holes in his memory, but Zoey had the right idea. A good sleep solved a lot of problems.
Silas closed his eyes and followed Zoey into the land of dreams.