Nikolai Leonidovich Skalov // Jaime Lannister (ser_jaime) wrote in doorslogs,
He hadn't been left alone all that often since the moment he regained consciousness. That was meant to be normal - that was how he had lived his life for the last few years - but now he was uncomfortable with it. With the silence, the solitude. If someone burst in through that door he didn't think his phone or the empty glass would protect him.
Not that he actively pictured it happening.
Beneath the sheets, he wrapped his arms around his shins, resting his forehead on his knees. His body protested but that occasional spike of pain only served to remind him that he was still alive.
When he heard the door creak open again, he lifted his head and straightened his leg, flashing a small smile at her.