Dexter was never one to be overly sentimental, but he cried for the longest time that night, clearly feeling aggrieved. I could only hold him close while comforting him.
Perhaps it was due to losing a leg that he had become extremely sensitive -he couldn't even sleep soundly.
Linda had mentioned that Dexter could only manage to sleep with the help of some medications while he was still in the asylum's underground sterile ward
However, those medications had severe side effects and were damaging to the body.
As such, I forbade him from taking those sleeping pills after bringing him back, and he had never complained about it.
He could only sleep soundly with me by his side. He would wake up alert even if I shifted slightly.
I leaned against the headboard as I watched Dexter, who had fallen asleep after exhausting himself from crying. I dared not move in case I woke him up.
