Joshua felt as though he had slept for a very long time, and it hadn't even been a peaceful sleep. It was as if he had been set adrift on the ocean, seawater curling around him, rising and falling, and he himself had turned into seafoam, on the verge of being crushed to pieces by the waves.
On the bed, Joshua's body shifted slightly. He opened his eyes wide, his gaze still a bit hazy. A faint sting at the corner of his eyes made him knit his brows. He lifted a hand, his palm brushing against his own cheek.
His forehead ached too. It felt like he had just gone through a high fever, and the rest of his body was no exception, as if he had run a hundred laps around the base before falling asleep.
Joshua couldn't help but recall what had happened.
Henry had clearly returned that day. After that, he had been so happy that he slept better than usual, and then… then he woke up?
Joshua wasn't sure. The disorienting sense of time made him frown. He slowly dragged himself up to sit.
