[Alucard shifts in his sleep. Buries his face into the pillow, and for a time, that seems to fix everything. He goes still, relaxes a little. It isn't entirely restful, not with the twitches, but it is much better than before.
Until nothing is, and he wakes with a jolt. Doesn't sit up, he just stays there, looking into the pillow, the horrible feeling that's been in his stomach since last week gnawing yet again.
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Until nothing is, and he wakes with a jolt. Doesn't sit up, he just stays there, looking into the pillow, the horrible feeling that's been in his stomach since last week gnawing yet again.
Trevor's still there. Alucard can smell him.]
How many hours...?
[He really, really needs the sleep.]