[ The moment he hangs up, he knows it won’t do to be where he is when Jaime shows up. What is he doing here, hiding in bed from what's happening like he's eight and not thirteen? Jaime needs a friend, doesn’t he? A real friend, not someone else he has to worry about the way they all worry about everyone. The way he’s probably worrying about everything happening down there already, just like he is now.
He wants to be Jaime’s friend.
He sniffles hard and wipes his face on his sleeve. Then he tries swinging his legs up and over the edge of the bed he’s in, wincing a little at how stiff they are. The room is still spinning.
for Jaime - the 1st??
He wants to be Jaime’s friend.
He sniffles hard and wipes his face on his sleeve. Then he tries swinging his legs up and over the edge of the bed he’s in, wincing a little at how stiff they are. The room is still spinning.
He does hurt, all over. Inside and out. ]