Void
Oliver
Heavy.
Like mud.
Black swirls.
A numb ache.
Pressure in my head.
Sandpaper in my throat.
Why does it hurt to breathe?
“Ollie? Can you hear me?” Sophia’s sweet voice pushes through my murky thoughts.
I want to tell her I can. That I’m here.
But my mouth isn’t working right.
What is going on?
“It’s okay, baby.” Her fingers rub over my knuckles. “You’ve been asleep for a long time.”
When I hear her sniffle, I want to sit up, to comfort her.
All I can do is twitch my thumb.
“It can take a while for the meds to wear off,” a deep voice says over me.
Who is that? I think I know it?
Fuck, Oliver. Focus.
Sophia needs me.
Why can’t I move?
Focusing all of my effort into closing my hand, I hear myself grunt.
“I think he squeezed my fingers.” Sophia’s teary words tickle over my arm.
God damn it.
I’m fighting opaque sheets, that are knotting around my body, tethering me in the void.
It’s exhausting.
I just need…a break.
I’ll try again soon, Soph, I promise.
So…tired.
Always remember, I love you.
