It didn't help how he felt hearing all of those names. But it was one in particular that made him frown, feeling a wave of sadness hit him. "Lydia? Lydia's dead?" She was so young, so innocent. It wasn't fair. "I told her to tell me if she wasn't going to stay inside." Which he knew once he'd said it made him seem sort of hypocritical, though he'd never told anyone he would tell them.
He shook his head, still against the pillow. "I don't like it here, Marian. I want to go." Even with his eyes closed cause it felt like the room was moving, even when he could barely lift his head. He didn't want to be here.