[The first thing Hector becomes aware of, when he wakes, is the queasy turning of his stomach. His throat spasms, and he twists into his side so he doesn't chock as he vomits. His insides twitch, and his belly tries to force out more than he has left, wracking his body as he gags on air.
The shuddering passes and he flops back down on his back, letting his face loll to the other side so he can press his feverish cheek against the cold stone.
A cloak tangles around his arms, restricting his movement. Isaac's, not his....
He remembers...Isaac, pinning himself to the ground and driving in his knife... Isaac's face turning into a mirror image of Hector's...the accusation 'Murderer' that he could not deny...
Nightmares. He remembers nightmares, for what else could they be?
Along his chest, on his hand, in the meat of his thigh, he feels the throb of blood beneath scabbed flesh. A nightmare that can inflict wounds...the sort of thing that scared villagers would say resided in the forsaken castle.
He senses no threat now, but there had been danger. Something to do with Isaac.... He can taste the fear in his mouth, as foul and bitter as the aftertaste of his bile. He'd almost lost Isaac.
He peels open his eyes and forces his aching head up from the cool stone to look for him.]
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The shuddering passes and he flops back down on his back, letting his face loll to the other side so he can press his feverish cheek against the cold stone.
A cloak tangles around his arms, restricting his movement. Isaac's, not his....
He remembers...Isaac, pinning himself to the ground and driving in his knife... Isaac's face turning into a mirror image of Hector's...the accusation 'Murderer' that he could not deny...
Nightmares. He remembers nightmares, for what else could they be?
Along his chest, on his hand, in the meat of his thigh, he feels the throb of blood beneath scabbed flesh. A nightmare that can inflict wounds...the sort of thing that scared villagers would say resided in the forsaken castle.
He senses no threat now, but there had been danger. Something to do with Isaac.... He can taste the fear in his mouth, as foul and bitter as the aftertaste of his bile. He'd almost lost Isaac.
He peels open his eyes and forces his aching head up from the cool stone to look for him.]