[ He wakes up briefly a few more times, but it's a few hours later that it sticks for longer than it takes to mumble out a swear word or very belatedly attempt to scrawl some letter or another with a piece of charcoal that he isn't actually holding anymore.
He's in their own bed when it finally does, still turned onto his side. And fuck, it hurts. His head feels like it's splitting and the room won't stay still and he can't move his arms to reach for the bedside lamp and check the clock without pain blooming across his back. He tries a few times, but it grows unbearable before his fingers touch the light switch.
(It's an odd action to attempt, since the lights are on.) ]
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He's in their own bed when it finally does, still turned onto his side. And fuck, it hurts. His head feels like it's splitting and the room won't stay still and he can't move his arms to reach for the bedside lamp and check the clock without pain blooming across his back. He tries a few times, but it grows unbearable before his fingers touch the light switch.
(It's an odd action to attempt, since the lights are on.) ]
Mppphfuck. Fuck- fuck. Ow.