[ ever since that night, his sleep has been fitful, as if his body decided from then on that it had to be ready for an attack at any moment - something that's served him well as often as it's exhausted him. In this moment, he's thankful for it, because it means the sound of rustling sheets and a low, tired voice are enough to jolt him out of the sleep he's falling into. As much as he might have appreciated the rest, he appreciates the groggy sound of Trish saying his name much more. ]
-- Trish?
[ at once, he sets a paw on the edge of the bed and leans forward, and, perhaps, looks a little more desperate than he'd prefer, but he's more focused on Trish, and hopefully, she's too drowsy to notice. All the sleep deprivation could be driving him to hallucinate, but he trusts his ears. Optimism is ever his ally. ]
Trish, can you hear me?
[ her question goes unanswered, partially because he doesn't know, but mostly because he's more worried for her health. ]
it dont MATTER
-- Trish?
[ at once, he sets a paw on the edge of the bed and leans forward, and, perhaps, looks a little more desperate than he'd prefer, but he's more focused on Trish, and hopefully, she's too drowsy to notice. All the sleep deprivation could be driving him to hallucinate, but he trusts his ears. Optimism is ever his ally. ]
Trish, can you hear me?
[ her question goes unanswered, partially because he doesn't know, but mostly because he's more worried for her health. ]