“Yes, of course. I know,” he nodded a little. He did feel torn, and he knew he would regret it if he didnt at least hear the doctor out. He didn’t feel very alive, most of the time. He was just existing.
“Sleep through...” he frowned a little, trying for a moment to imagine such a medicine. He paused, considering this new information. He wasn’t sure how much he trusted it. “And if it didn’t work? What would happen if I woke suddenly?” he asked. Bite down on this. Some piece of wood shoved between his teeth. So much of it was a blur.