08-07-2008, 06:31 PM
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It had been two days. Ahren had slept little, each night waking to coughing fits and sharp pain. He wanted to believe that this was not the disease tearing the two closest people to him apart. He did not want to believe that he was sick, that he was getting sick, that he would be going through the same torture that had occurred when he had gone cold turkey. Still, he knew that it would be better if he remained with the other males, and so he had been in and out of the shack several times. The sleep had taken him not that long ago, and he was dozing uneasily.
The question stirred him from some twilight sleep, and he opened his eyes slowly. Dust filtered through the cracks in the wood, and the sunlight was hazy, suggesting it was close to sunset. Ahren rolled over and sat up, coughing. “What?”
It had been two days. Ahren had slept little, each night waking to coughing fits and sharp pain. He wanted to believe that this was not the disease tearing the two closest people to him apart. He did not want to believe that he was sick, that he was getting sick, that he would be going through the same torture that had occurred when he had gone cold turkey. Still, he knew that it would be better if he remained with the other males, and so he had been in and out of the shack several times. The sleep had taken him not that long ago, and he was dozing uneasily.
The question stirred him from some twilight sleep, and he opened his eyes slowly. Dust filtered through the cracks in the wood, and the sunlight was hazy, suggesting it was close to sunset. Ahren rolled over and sat up, coughing. “What?”