There were plenty of idle moments, but not a single quiet ones. It had been grating on Dogberry for days now. Boredom was overtaking him, and with now well on the road to reovery, he was a wellspring of energy.
Dhemgeim was a great help. She was constantly keeping him occupied and engaged one way or another. When she wasn't around, Dogberry found himself reading, mostly philosophy these days, or exercising using whatever pieces of furniture in his room he could climb on or use to weigh him down. He seemed to have a steady parade of visitors, which he enjoyed, but dreaded. He was glad to know how concerned others were for him, but he felt humiliated for others to see him like this. He was aware of how vulnerable he was like this, and it embarrassed him. Still, the days seemed long, their visits short, and the nights took forever when it's just him and his thoughts. Nothing Dhemgeim could do could take even the the slightest amount of panic away.
Dogberry looked at the pouch she had given him, from "the twins". She advised him to eat and have water handy. He requested a pitcher of water and some bread and cheese from his hosts, and when it arrived he made a small ritual. The bread, the cheese, and a pipe full of "hypna", he had been told, from the pouch. He was warned it contained somnus. He puffed idly, and sipped at the water. A wave of euphoria washed over him. Everyone told him somnus was dangerous. Nobody told him it was this amazing. His body relaxed in spite of himself, as he rested the pipe on the table next to his bed. As he drifted, he thought for a moment about the deal with the devil he had just made. No doubt, the first of a few.
Then, finally, a brief moment of silence, bought at an expense only the desperate could pay.
Dhemgeim was a great help. She was constantly keeping him occupied and engaged one way or another. When she wasn't around, Dogberry found himself reading, mostly philosophy these days, or exercising using whatever pieces of furniture in his room he could climb on or use to weigh him down. He seemed to have a steady parade of visitors, which he enjoyed, but dreaded. He was glad to know how concerned others were for him, but he felt humiliated for others to see him like this. He was aware of how vulnerable he was like this, and it embarrassed him. Still, the days seemed long, their visits short, and the nights took forever when it's just him and his thoughts. Nothing Dhemgeim could do could take even the the slightest amount of panic away.
Dogberry looked at the pouch she had given him, from "the twins". She advised him to eat and have water handy. He requested a pitcher of water and some bread and cheese from his hosts, and when it arrived he made a small ritual. The bread, the cheese, and a pipe full of "hypna", he had been told, from the pouch. He was warned it contained somnus. He puffed idly, and sipped at the water. A wave of euphoria washed over him. Everyone told him somnus was dangerous. Nobody told him it was this amazing. His body relaxed in spite of himself, as he rested the pipe on the table next to his bed. As he drifted, he thought for a moment about the deal with the devil he had just made. No doubt, the first of a few.
Then, finally, a brief moment of silence, bought at an expense only the desperate could pay.
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No Gods and Precious Few Heroes
