Jesus Christ, the stranger was emotional. Sleepiness started to cloud his brain and lull him in. Eyes fell shut, only to be ripped open again. No, not dying. He wouldn't do that. For a moment, he was wide awake and then the world started to cloud again. Hectic words pounded at his ears but barely reached his consciousness. Pleading, they were pleading. He wanted to stay awake. For them. For himself. For his friends and Annie. He tried to fight the darkness that he knew was coming but he was oh-so tired. Again, his eyes fluttered shut. He opened them because he knew he needed to. It was important but he started to forget the 'why' and the darkness seemed so tempting. Just to sleep. Just for an hour. He could be awake later. And after one last fight he gave up. Darkness could have him.
(Ooc: And I'm out for the rest of the day. A few of my friends are coming over, they will manage to wake him up at whatever point you will be tomorrow morning (Steph's and my time zone) ^^)