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SECRET AMBIGUOUSLY CANON FAC LOG
Oct. 31st, 2011 05:59 amIt was like he could feel it. He'd had a headache since Monday, and it had only been increasing in intensity since. Maybe it was a reflection of the increasingly disruptive damage the chemicals were doing to his brain. Maybe it was a couple days of nothing but stress and fear taking its toll on him.
He didn't know. All he knew is that soon he wouldn't be feeling either of those things, so he may as well experience them while he could.
He was curled up on the stolen pillow pile, hugging his shoulders and wishing there was anything he could do to fix things, even a little bit. But he couldn't think of it. There was nothing anybody there could do except wait.
The other options were too frightening to contemplate.
He didn't know. All he knew is that soon he wouldn't be feeling either of those things, so he may as well experience them while he could.
He was curled up on the stolen pillow pile, hugging his shoulders and wishing there was anything he could do to fix things, even a little bit. But he couldn't think of it. There was nothing anybody there could do except wait.
The other options were too frightening to contemplate.
