[ When the pills wore off he'd just need more to replace them. It was getting worse, the dosage was climbing higher and higher to keep up with the deterioration of his body. His mind. He spoke slower now, even without the slur, words were difficult and after he'd opened his computer and got to the login page, it was abundantly clear how far his understanding had slipped.
He's too damn tired to try lifting the blankets to cover the wounds. His left arm is completely useless, the fingers hardly twitch. His face is burned and his legs are smashed underneath the sheets. Shattered his hip like an old woman, yes he most certainly did. It fucking hurts to move and lean or even turn his head.
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He's too damn tired to try lifting the blankets to cover the wounds. His left arm is completely useless, the fingers hardly twitch. His face is burned and his legs are smashed underneath the sheets. Shattered his hip like an old woman, yes he most certainly did. It fucking hurts to move and lean or even turn his head.
He stalls.
Oh.
Dave said something. ]
Just wanted to write some things down.