Empty Sheets
Feb
19
Rhezere complains every single time Bhazaf takes major damage that he doesn’t act like a normal integrate and sleep in the cradle, where he can heal properly and the ship can finally shut down his extensive sensors.
It minimizes pain. It’s smart. Bhazaf never does it.
For once he has.
Rhezere remembers all the usual complaints—at having to share his bed, having to throw an arm across Bhazaf’s chest to remind him he has a human body and it’s not in critical condition.
Right now, the bed is achingly empty.
He sighs and goes to sleep by the cradle.
0