There's no time when you're this deep asleep. There's just nothing, which would be scary enough if he were able to realise what it could mean. But no. There's just nothing.
It's only later, when his brain has had enough to get by on, that images start to filter back through. Always the same. Faces, and people he loved, and blood and that gun. He can smell the grass so strongly, he might as well be standing outside. Less like dreams, and more like he's there again, only he's running from it, and trying, desperately trying, to not let it end the same way this time.
He's falling, watching an eye swivel towards him as it fills up with blood, starting to choke before he hits the floor. And then he jerks, gasping for breath...and he's on a sofa, in a magic bar, and there's a cold sweat on his face and...and it's OK. Only it's not, at all. But - it's better than it was.
He has no idea of the time. It feels later, but it wasn't quite dawn when he dropped off. He stares, and blinks at the TV screen, trying to work some moisture back into his dry mouth. His stomach hurts from hunger, and he needs a drink, and a fag. And...for this to go away, only that's not an option.
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It's only later, when his brain has had enough to get by on, that images start to filter back through. Always the same. Faces, and people he loved, and blood and that gun. He can smell the grass so strongly, he might as well be standing outside. Less like dreams, and more like he's there again, only he's running from it, and trying, desperately trying, to not let it end the same way this time.
He's falling, watching an eye swivel towards him as it fills up with blood, starting to choke before he hits the floor. And then he jerks, gasping for breath...and he's on a sofa, in a magic bar, and there's a cold sweat on his face and...and it's OK. Only it's not, at all. But - it's better than it was.
He has no idea of the time. It feels later, but it wasn't quite dawn when he dropped off. He stares, and blinks at the TV screen, trying to work some moisture back into his dry mouth. His stomach hurts from hunger, and he needs a drink, and a fag. And...for this to go away, only that's not an option.
'Alex?'