10-21-2008, 03:14 PM
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Jasper was silent as he sat on the edge of the bed, grasping the wrinkled piece of paper in on weak hand. The shack was empty and quiet, the mattress that he laid on was cold, aside from the small warm spot where his body had been. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had knocked the pillow off the bed when he was rolling around, he might have never found the note. It had been a few days since reality had settled back in to him, since he had opened his eyes and really seen things for how they were. He was no longer stuck in a haze of sickness but, as his eyes traveled down the paper, reading the words that seemed so hastily written, he suddenly wished he hadn't gotten better at all. Laurent was gone, run off to find some magic cure. The first sob hit him hard, like a brick to the chest, and hot tears forced themselves out of his eyes. It had been so long since he had cried, since he could cry, that doing so actually hurt. Suddenly desperate to just curl up and cry, Jasper flung the crumpled note to the bed, pushing himself up to stand in an attempt to retrieve his pillow. It had been so long since he'd moved his legs though, his body simply fell to the floor in a heap of bone and flesh. He hit the floor with a quiet thud, only causing the sobs to grow louder. He reached out for the pillow, bringing it up against his chest and stomach, curling himself around it to lay and cry. |