[The idea of sleep doesn't sit well with him. The subconscious is an unreliable thing, and it's easy to imagine an endless cycle of panic and drugs. But there's nothing he can do to fight it. He's never been good with medication. Cough syrup usually knocks him out, and he's fairly sure it's only pent up adrenaline that's kept him going this long. Reluctantly, he stops fighting to keep his eyes open. It's even more reluctantly that he stops thinking at Nill, but there's nothing to do about that, either. His brain just won't cooperate any more. It's like slamming a wall down on his consciousness. He's drifting already...damn it...]
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