Chapter 4

He approached his bedside silently.

The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off.

He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other.

Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling.

No words were exchanged for what seemed like forever before Wood spoke up.

"How does it feel?

To not be able to sleep?"

Shaffer's answer was delayed.

"Awful." He turned his head in the opposite direction, facing Wood now.

"I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed…