It's quiet again. Still daylight, but the shadows in his room are at a substantially different angle, so Scott must have been out for a while. He feels cold, despite the blankets still tucked up around him. A single shiver that moves his shoulder a fraction of an inch has him biting back a whimper and reaching for the PCA button.
His dad and Mike are watching something on a laptop. They've pulled the visitors' chairs over to the corner farthest from his bed, presumably to avoid disturbing him, and thus haven't noticed he's awake. He'd like to keep it that way because as much as he appreciates their company and the fact that they all care enough to stay with him, he really doesn't feel like talking to anyone right now. He closes his eyes in case they look up to check on him. Easier to fall asleep again this way too.
He shivers again. At least the pain's less noticeable this time.
Fuck, he wants this to be over.
Blink.
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FanfictionScott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of...
