[ the military jargon elicits a soft snort, her last vestige of stubbornness as she lets go, less scared than she has any right to be despite his promise.
she lies there heavily for hours, coming out of it now and then to weakly adjust the angle of her legs. they've gone to pins and needles; it's her hip that aches from the angle at which she relented to his support. it's easier to ignore than to correct it, and then be coaxed back to rest, Frank's heart beating close to her ear. without his knowledge, she makes him promise again, wake me up. every time he doesn't, she falls under with relief, whether it means five more minutes of sleep or fifty. thank god she's too tired to talk because her blood alcohol level would encourage her to and it's so goddamn pleasant to fall asleep with someone without timing their breaths from the burrow at the back of her skull.
her time is up all of a sudden, as though she only just fell asleep, and Jess groans petulantly into his shoulder. she has to get up, she knows that, but christ, is the knowledge all that gets him to do it? because its argument to her is pretty paltry. her consciousness is already slipping back from her swollen eyelids to the wreck in her head, and her mouth tastes like shit. she sighs, refusing to lift her head or open her eyes, though she is crawling towards wakefulness. that ibuprofen can't have gone anywhere. sounds like breakfast. ]
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she lies there heavily for hours, coming out of it now and then to weakly adjust the angle of her legs. they've gone to pins and needles; it's her hip that aches from the angle at which she relented to his support. it's easier to ignore than to correct it, and then be coaxed back to rest, Frank's heart beating close to her ear. without his knowledge, she makes him promise again, wake me up. every time he doesn't, she falls under with relief, whether it means five more minutes of sleep or fifty. thank god she's too tired to talk because her blood alcohol level would encourage her to and it's so goddamn pleasant to fall asleep with someone without timing their breaths from the burrow at the back of her skull.
her time is up all of a sudden, as though she only just fell asleep, and Jess groans petulantly into his shoulder. she has to get up, she knows that, but christ, is the knowledge all that gets him to do it? because its argument to her is pretty paltry. her consciousness is already slipping back from her swollen eyelids to the wreck in her head, and her mouth tastes like shit. she sighs, refusing to lift her head or open her eyes, though she is crawling towards wakefulness. that ibuprofen can't have gone anywhere. sounds like breakfast. ]