awareness is the enemy of sanity
Even in the right sort of mood, Finn is the sort of person to take her quip seriously. Luckily he doesn’t have it in him to question how she got a name like October Bold Hart, but it will lurk there in the back of his mind for a better mood. He hardly knows what comfortable feels like, and 24 hours sounds like a lifetime in his current mindset. Letting out a soft, disappointed sort of sigh (and yes, mentally starting the countdown in his mind), he glances around the operating theatre.
”I don’t believe I trust myself to sleep,” he says slowly, trying to scope out a place to sit that doesn’t look infinitely uncomfortable. Not naturally, and especially not with any prescription or remedy that she might give him. If Finn is asleep and can’t wake up from his nightmares, that might just finish him off. ”A shame that you didn’t stash a book in here. Or some music,” he murmurs.
”I don’t believe I trust myself to sleep,” he says slowly, trying to scope out a place to sit that doesn’t look infinitely uncomfortable. Not naturally, and especially not with any prescription or remedy that she might give him. If Finn is asleep and can’t wake up from his nightmares, that might just finish him off. ”A shame that you didn’t stash a book in here. Or some music,” he murmurs.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
