About the only thing that Temo could differentiate between sleep and awake was that when he was awake, there were no nightmares while he was awake. He would try and stay awake to keep the nightmares at bay, but then his thoughts that went through his head were not really any better, especially when the memories of the attack returned which they frequently did.
It was during one of those awake times when something changed. It had sounded like someone calling for their papa and the voice seemed familiar but his head was swimming and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was a dark blur of the ceiling. He stirred around a bit but his body protested in the form of pain from non activity and weakness from the days upon days of not ingesting nourishment.
Hello? he tried to say but it came out more of a croak from his parched throat. There were no more sounds of anyone saying anything so he decided that it must have been his addled mind that was starting a new form of torture by manufacturing voices to make him think there was someone there. He wondered what this new torture that the shadows seem to have come up with would be.
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