Oct 27, 2009 19:10
George yawned sleepily. He thought they'd lowered his dose of painkillers, from the aches and pains, as well as the fact he could stay awake long than a minute or two. God, he wished he could go back. He was resolutely not thinking yet. He wished he had something to help him not think, but they wouldn't bring him anything. It was making him cranky.W
people: bones,
think it's time to talk