Vincent lay on his bed. His head was heavy as a boulder. He had been in the same position for a few minutes now. His body was drained of strength, and his flesh was pulsating. The mark on his back seemed to be growing, crawling.
Vincent tried to cure the pain with medicine; however, no matter how much he drank, nothing worked. In the end, all he could do was endure until it didn't hurt anymore. Until he had gotten used to it.
The pain he was feeling lulled him to sleep. His eyelids were getting heavy, and the more he fought the sensation, the more he felt like he was going to lose.
Vincent doesn't want to sleep.
Sleep was not an escape for him anymore.
Different thoughts were in his mind right now. Questions emerge without hesitation. He just lay there without any answer. Vincent's mind was killing him, and even sleep was not a luxury he would enjoy. Everything had become different after he had seen that man in his dreams.
