Kaden still had one headphone pressed into his ear, the other had fallen out sometime in the night, cord dangling off the side of the sofa. He’d been up late, watching video after video after video, stressing till he made himself sick, trying to sleep, failing, watching a few more videos and finally breaking into Tragos’ bag and digging through to find the Ambien he’d got his hands on. He’d heard some of the crazy Ambien stories out there on the internet but he figured half would be okay, right? He was so tired, and he needed to sleep so much, and he was at the point where he’d risk a little craziness just to shut his brain off.
Well, it had worked. His brain was well and truly off, and had been for the rest of the night.
Marcie’s approach triggered some response in him though: wake up! Who's that! Find out! - and he cracked one bleary eye open, reassured himself it wasn't Cy or Apollo, and groaned an acknowledgement. The bleariness probably wasn’t anything to do with the Ambian, he woke up slow most mornings.