green slumbers
Nov. 11th, 2012 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
(( this happens after Kyle and Guy talk in the Medbay ))
It really only hit Kyle just how exhausted he was…no scratch that. He’d been feeling exhausted since forever. Since the end of his party, really. And since then, he’d fetched Red Lantern Roy from space, fetched Wally out of his own nightmare, reassured poor confused Jaime, checked on Mia and had a very intense chat with his best friend, mending bridges. Finally. Not counting those hours of nightmaring he’d gone through - Wally was right; it was sleep, but not exactly restful - Kyle now realized he’d been awake for…maybe over three days, now. More? Kyle lost track and he wasn’t really interested in tallying. Good thing he was so young and sparky, right? Riiiiight.
Still, there was another good reason why Kyle had been avoiding sleep. As much as he diverted the line of conversation with Guy, he was aware of what was happening in himself. And he didn’t understand it, except…what was there really to understand? Maybe the fear toxin worked differently for everyone. Maybe…whatever he dreamed and whatever Guy saw - and whatever that goop was that came out of him…maybe that was just a product of the fear toxin. That had to be it. Good enough a reason for now, and so Kyle wasn’t going to think about the why anymore.
What was more important was that he really just…didn’t want to sleep. The idea of going into his bed repulsed him. He was so damned tired and he was bordering between just hysterically keening and passing out right on the floor of the Watchtower. Neither was a good alternative.
( and i will sing a lullabye )
It really only hit Kyle just how exhausted he was…no scratch that. He’d been feeling exhausted since forever. Since the end of his party, really. And since then, he’d fetched Red Lantern Roy from space, fetched Wally out of his own nightmare, reassured poor confused Jaime, checked on Mia and had a very intense chat with his best friend, mending bridges. Finally. Not counting those hours of nightmaring he’d gone through - Wally was right; it was sleep, but not exactly restful - Kyle now realized he’d been awake for…maybe over three days, now. More? Kyle lost track and he wasn’t really interested in tallying. Good thing he was so young and sparky, right? Riiiiight.
Still, there was another good reason why Kyle had been avoiding sleep. As much as he diverted the line of conversation with Guy, he was aware of what was happening in himself. And he didn’t understand it, except…what was there really to understand? Maybe the fear toxin worked differently for everyone. Maybe…whatever he dreamed and whatever Guy saw - and whatever that goop was that came out of him…maybe that was just a product of the fear toxin. That had to be it. Good enough a reason for now, and so Kyle wasn’t going to think about the why anymore.
What was more important was that he really just…didn’t want to sleep. The idea of going into his bed repulsed him. He was so damned tired and he was bordering between just hysterically keening and passing out right on the floor of the Watchtower. Neither was a good alternative.
( and i will sing a lullabye )