08-05-2008, 04:37 PM
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He obliged to quiet without argument, forgetting a moment what his request had been to begin with. His memory had been poor for months, perhaps a year or more; the virus was not helping it. His mind was a buzz with sounds that were not really sounds; his heart beat at twice the rate of his companions in a strange, irregular rhythm, lulling him into some drowsy half-consciousness. But he didn't want to sleep, for whatever reason. An escapist that didn't want to dream.
He obliged to quiet without argument, forgetting a moment what his request had been to begin with. His memory had been poor for months, perhaps a year or more; the virus was not helping it. His mind was a buzz with sounds that were not really sounds; his heart beat at twice the rate of his companions in a strange, irregular rhythm, lulling him into some drowsy half-consciousness. But he didn't want to sleep, for whatever reason. An escapist that didn't want to dream.
Are you okay?he wondered vaguely. The longer they went, the less differences there seemed to be in the pair of thudding hearts he was listening to. His was slowing; the seizure had subsided for the while. Ahren's was speeding, likely from overexertion. The night wore on.