Glorfindel of the Golden Flower (![]() ![]() @ 2008-08-16 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | &duilin&glorfindel, @gondolin:rehab, duilin, glorfindel |
*is doing OK in rehab (no, really, thanks for asking)* *hasn't had a drink for days and is being weaned off various sedatives and stimulants*
*has just encountered a slight problem (very minor, really) and that is, while he's in solitary (not to be confused with a private, very cushy room), the staff have been interpreting lights-out very literally and have, in fact, been turning out the lights, plunging his room (solitary, not private) into darkness*
*thus, has been unable to sleep because of the complete inability to do anything but sit on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest, staring sightlessly into the blackness, heart pounding, throat dry, until the first sign of sunrise* (*might just be on the verge of another massive breakdown, is all, but that's OK; hasn't had a drink for days and is being weaned off various sedatives and stimulants*)
*during the morning, borrows paper and a pen from one of the nurses and sits down to write twenty drafts of a note that he'll never send*Dear Ecthelion,I know I said I wouldn't I did mean to try I promised and I'm not taking back that promise I'm really really sorry to bother you but they keep turning out the lights I think I'm going mad I was hoping you could help. There is no way of writing this without sound like a girl/weakling/coward. They keep turning out the lights at night. I don't know how to ask them not to.
Please help I am so sorry. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I'll stay in my room. You won't ever have to see me.
Glorfindel
*folds it into an envelope and shoves it into his pocket (just doesn't know why) before going outside and sitting in a corner of the garden that gets the most sun*