[Horatio had been asleep when Jilly came into the room, dozed off in his chair. He'd sat sentinel by Archie's bedside every moment of every day that he'd been allowed. When sent from the room, he barely strayed beyond the doorway.
He's spoken when spoken to, eaten a bag of chips or drank a cup of water put before him, but it had been done without any real acknowledgement. And every minute that passed found him glancing at Archie hoping for the best and fearing for the worst.
His sleep patterns had suffered most. No matter when he dozed off, one could set a watch by him. At the hour or half hour, he would start awake, as if shaken. Then he would glance about, sometimes reach out to touch his friend's shoulder, and settle back in for another too-short attempt at sleep.
Rather than simply shift in his chair and try again to sleep, he saw movement, and his eyes rested on Jilly. Once his mind could connect who she was, he bowed his head in polite but silent greeting.]
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He's spoken when spoken to, eaten a bag of chips or drank a cup of water put before him, but it had been done without any real acknowledgement. And every minute that passed found him glancing at Archie hoping for the best and fearing for the worst.
His sleep patterns had suffered most. No matter when he dozed off, one could set a watch by him. At the hour or half hour, he would start awake, as if shaken. Then he would glance about, sometimes reach out to touch his friend's shoulder, and settle back in for another too-short attempt at sleep.
Rather than simply shift in his chair and try again to sleep, he saw movement, and his eyes rested on Jilly. Once his mind could connect who she was, he bowed his head in polite but silent greeting.]