Not with a bang, but with a whimper. Part 2.
There was no rest bite. By the middle of December we were sleeping – or rather I was sleeping in ten to twenty minute bursts if i was lucky. The Gent got a bit more sleep, but only because he ended up tuning my screams, moans, and mumbling out. I was extremely sleep deprived, and I’ve never felt that way before. I was delirious. I didn’t know what day was, the time, or anything really – only that I existed to hurt.