Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: no pizza, so sad: Gwen S & Harry O
[His fingers were boneless when she rested her hand over his, her fingertips moth wings flutter in worry that he culd barely feel, never mind analyze, after the antidote she'd given him.]
Okay. [He whispered of sleep because he didn't know how much longer his eyes were going to able to keep straining open. He glimpsed Gwen through heavy lids, and the delusions were fading, but he still thought that she glowed celestial under the lighting. Angels. Whatever she'd given him, it made his empty stomach growl in pain, and Harry curled up against her, wedging a knee between her thighs while an arm draped her bruised collarbones. Reminiscent of old days, except for maybe the bruises and the situation.]
I wanted to marry you. [His voice was breath-short and dreamsoft as he admitted things out of order and things unsaid, things that didn't make sense.] I just wanted you to be proud of me... and look at me... like you used to look at him.
[Pain stabbed through his middle again, and Harry winced against it, grip tighting on her as the invisible knife disrupted what had been the promise of a quick sleep.]
And we would hide under the stairs... and you read me that book. [Shaky breath, his fever was gone, but in its place was the kind of shivers that rattled his bones. Body temperature dropping, confused at the abrupt change in his system.]
Do you think I'll see her again? My mom? [And his eyelids fluttered, sedated thankfully, or he might have been on the verge of a seize considering the clench of his fingers and the spastic twitch to his lashes.]