[Alucard doesn't speak again. He only closes his eyes, and lets sleep reclaim him.
He stays there for a few hours more, chest moving steadily. In dreams, he does little, the exhaustion and pain preventing any true engagement with his subconcious. All that can be said is he looks at peace for the first time in a very, very long time and that is a remarkable thing to achieve.
When Alucard wakes though, the morphine has worn off. It has combined with a deep hunger, and as such, the first thing he does is let out a short, sharp hiss of pain that reverberates off the ceiling.]
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He stays there for a few hours more, chest moving steadily. In dreams, he does little, the exhaustion and pain preventing any true engagement with his subconcious. All that can be said is he looks at peace for the first time in a very, very long time and that is a remarkable thing to achieve.
When Alucard wakes though, the morphine has worn off. It has combined with a deep hunger, and as such, the first thing he does is let out a short, sharp hiss of pain that reverberates off the ceiling.]
Fuck!