[How dare you appeal to his sense of logic and lack of desire to be a burden. He shuffles around with the blankets he has, forming himself a small and cozy cocoon.]
... Right, there's one other thing that might help. [although he's not sure if he can get it]
Some sort of sleep aid... [Shit, that was what he really should have asked for from the hospital. Something strong.]
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... Right, there's one other thing that might help. [although he's not sure if he can get it]
Some sort of sleep aid... [Shit, that was what he really should have asked for from the hospital. Something strong.]