He feels like something's missing when she's moved away from his touch, but he doesn't follow, keeps his position even though he wants to reach out for her again. He doesn't know what his connection with her is, but he can feel it, thrumming just under his skin, and he wants to cling to it like it's a lifeline, because it's something that makes sense in the chaos of his mind.
The order is followed like all the orders here are followed--as quickly as he can manage and without any complaint. The mattress dips just slightly under him as he settles down, settling his hands over his knees and watching her with somewhat renewed curiosity as she moves.
She's going out of order, but the steps are the same, and the part of him that still has any sort of thought pattern to it wants to know why, while the rest of him simply wants to sleep. Sleep is always sort of a luxury, because part of the trails are seeing how the medication interacts with sleep deprivation, but it seems like, at least for a little bit, they're abandoning that and the patients are being given six and seven hours a night.
"You're new," he says, out of the blue, and then looks almost surprised when he hears the words come out of his own mouth. As a rule, conversation is frowned upon. But maybe she will answer and he can figure out what about her makes his skin itch like he's forgotten something as important as his birthday or age--
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Date: 2012-06-02 05:35 am (UTC)The order is followed like all the orders here are followed--as quickly as he can manage and without any complaint. The mattress dips just slightly under him as he settles down, settling his hands over his knees and watching her with somewhat renewed curiosity as she moves.
She's going out of order, but the steps are the same, and the part of him that still has any sort of thought pattern to it wants to know why, while the rest of him simply wants to sleep. Sleep is always sort of a luxury, because part of the trails are seeing how the medication interacts with sleep deprivation, but it seems like, at least for a little bit, they're abandoning that and the patients are being given six and seven hours a night.
"You're new," he says, out of the blue, and then looks almost surprised when he hears the words come out of his own mouth. As a rule, conversation is frowned upon. But maybe she will answer and he can figure out what about her makes his skin itch like he's forgotten something as important as his birthday or age--