I dozed off a bit while thinking about life, things are going alright I guess, but holding back is a real challenge, plus I feel like something is fundamentally wrong with me.
Although I can't quite put my finger on what exactly, I just feel it, like something that's supposed to be there isn't, like something important is only half there.
This generates a weird discomfort, it's not pity, nor is it a desire to forgive or give up, and it's something more physical, connected to me as a living being rather than me as a thinking being.
This feeling intensified during my sleep, next thing I know I'm grabbing the wrist of someone who was about to touch me and I wake up.
'Saint what's she doing here?'
"U-Urk P-Pandora is hurting"
I release the wrist I reflexively grabbed.
"What are you doing here?"
"T-The Helper said you were in the infirmary after coughing up blood s-so I came to check on you"
