He's not asleep, not really. His eyes are closed, but there's too much pain for him to nod off. Max's stomach still hasn't settled, and it's probably a good thing that he hasn't eaten anything in a few days, because otherwise there'd be a puddle of something on his carpet.
There's a voice somewhere far off, in the next room somewhere, but Max isn't sure it's actually there. It sounds a hell of a lot like Lucy, but he's probably just hearing voices. There's a good chance he's still back on that sidewalk in the dark.
Max stirs and curls himself up more tightly into a ball and the mattress springs squeak.
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Date: 2012-11-04 01:11 am (UTC)There's a voice somewhere far off, in the next room somewhere, but Max isn't sure it's actually there. It sounds a hell of a lot like Lucy, but he's probably just hearing voices. There's a good chance he's still back on that sidewalk in the dark.
Max stirs and curls himself up more tightly into a ball and the mattress springs squeak.