[He's already sat up, staring at the far wall like there's some kind of answer in it. His hands across his knees. Though, as he sits there, one of them lifts, apparently without him realizing it, to touch the side of his face.]
[... where it meets the ugly bandage. The deep, angry gouges.]
[So it wasn't real. It... was only a dream. But why the hell was he dreaming of...? And so vividly...?]
[He doesn't seem to realize she's awake. Not yet. His head is a million miles away, racing, almost as wildly as his pulse.]
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[... where it meets the ugly bandage. The deep, angry gouges.]
[So it wasn't real. It... was only a dream. But why the hell was he dreaming of...? And so vividly...?]
[He doesn't seem to realize she's awake. Not yet. His head is a million miles away, racing, almost as wildly as his pulse.]