It didn't feel like falling asleep so much as passing out. He was exhausted. His wrists hurt, which he'd expected, and his shoulders, which wasn't surprising at all. But he hadn't been prepared for how much having his neck locked into place would cause pain to shoot up his skull, triggering another migraine, making it impossible to even think. All he had was the ability to think.
He tried to focus on his invention, but he couldn't grasp it, he never could. He tried harassing the guard into talking to him, but they didn't even respond. Eventually he settled into thoughts of revenge, vague thoughts of setting traps for the Commandant and making him hurt, but he wasn't able to come up with anything concrete. They were just fantasies, unsatisfying with how unrealistic they were.
And they quickly devolved into self-pity. He knew nothing about himself, or why he couldn't remember. He'd never be able to make his invention. He might just be left to hang like this. The pain of despair somehow eased the physical pain, but it didn't exactly make him feel any better.
And eventually exhaustion won. It wasn't a deep sleep, but he still didn't wake up easily, because his body just couldn't take it. He didn't notice the Commandant entering his new cell.
He screamed at the first blow. His eyes shot open, and there were several moments of clear confusion and panic on his face, his brain trying to catch up. The pain was sharp, and then pulsating. He was staring the Commandant in the face.
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Date: 2020-04-27 11:23 pm (UTC)He tried to focus on his invention, but he couldn't grasp it, he never could. He tried harassing the guard into talking to him, but they didn't even respond. Eventually he settled into thoughts of revenge, vague thoughts of setting traps for the Commandant and making him hurt, but he wasn't able to come up with anything concrete. They were just fantasies, unsatisfying with how unrealistic they were.
And they quickly devolved into self-pity. He knew nothing about himself, or why he couldn't remember. He'd never be able to make his invention. He might just be left to hang like this. The pain of despair somehow eased the physical pain, but it didn't exactly make him feel any better.
And eventually exhaustion won. It wasn't a deep sleep, but he still didn't wake up easily, because his body just couldn't take it. He didn't notice the Commandant entering his new cell.
He screamed at the first blow. His eyes shot open, and there were several moments of clear confusion and panic on his face, his brain trying to catch up. The pain was sharp, and then pulsating. He was staring the Commandant in the face.
"You--"