"I'm not tired," he retorted, gaze shifting to rest on the ceiling. Anything to avoid the hurt in her face. He didn't think he could sleep. He was hurting again, and he was too worried about everything.
He couldn't even move to try and get more comfortable. And he doubted moving would even help with that. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, it was as close to panic as he thought he had recalled feeling. And only Much had ever seen him that way. And he really didn't want Marian seeing him afraid of something so ridiculous.