His gaze travels to Isaac when he speaks, watches his eyes, his face, his lips as he forms the words.
Safe now.
He's safe now.
It's a concept he's really only processing for the first time now, warm in the fuzzy comfort of the painkillers. A small thought wonders if he'll be able to stand being sober again, whenever that happens.
He wants to ask how long he was there, how long he's been here. He has no idea what day it is, no concept of time whatsoever except that there's daylight filtering through the window and it's the first he's seen in... what feels like forever. He stares at it. He wants to touch it, wrap himself in it, but he can't move. Maybe it's better that way.
Jack looks back at Isaac, wishing he could talk. Wishing he could ask how long it's been. Wishing he could say thank you.
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Safe now.
He's safe now.
It's a concept he's really only processing for the first time now, warm in the fuzzy comfort of the painkillers. A small thought wonders if he'll be able to stand being sober again, whenever that happens.
He wants to ask how long he was there, how long he's been here. He has no idea what day it is, no concept of time whatsoever except that there's daylight filtering through the window and it's the first he's seen in... what feels like forever. He stares at it. He wants to touch it, wrap himself in it, but he can't move. Maybe it's better that way.
Jack looks back at Isaac, wishing he could talk. Wishing he could ask how long it's been. Wishing he could say thank you.