The first hour goes as normal, tied up again and waiting for that sharp gasp of breath and fear. To see him bound even tighter and realizing it. Because that's how it always goes down.
But then an hour crawls by and another, and shaun just adds on rope and gripping the bar ever tighter because no, why aren't the wounds healing? Why aren't his eyes opening? Why won't he wake?
By the fifth hour he's cursing, by the tenth he's come back at least three times, by the twentieth he's screaming at the corpse to wake up and quit hiding, and by the twenty fourth he's only watching, waiting for either breath to come or decay to set in]
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The first hour goes as normal, tied up again and waiting for that sharp gasp of breath and fear. To see him bound even tighter and realizing it. Because that's how it always goes down.
But then an hour crawls by and another, and shaun just adds on rope and gripping the bar ever tighter because no, why aren't the wounds healing? Why aren't his eyes opening? Why won't he wake?
By the fifth hour he's cursing, by the tenth he's come back at least three times, by the twentieth he's screaming at the corpse to wake up and quit hiding, and by the twenty fourth he's only watching, waiting for either breath to come or decay to set in]