Let it Burn

A/N – Just a little re-do of a story I wish I'd put more effort into! Hope you enjoy it!

One

Casey woke up late on Saturday after spending most of the night at Stilettos. Missing a whole shift now seemed pointless since they'd gotten no useful information for the cops. Voight had said it was going to be a long process but he didn't want it to keep interfering with his duties at the firehouse. He'd not even seen Severide since their blowout on the apparatus floor at the end of his last shift on Wednesday. He'd spent most his time since then with the couple construction jobs he had on, just a few repairs, and he'd met Jack Nesbitt at the club once before the meeting last night with Nesbitt's investors.

After eating some breakfast and finishing a mug of much needed coffee he decided to take his frustration out at the gym. As he grabbed his bag and headed to his truck he contemplated sending Severide a message asking if he wanted to join him but doubted the answer would be a positive one with the situation between Truck and Squad so the thought left his mind as quickly as it had entered.

By the time Casey got back to the apartment it was mid-afternoon as he'd stopped to pick up a few groceries and the days newspaper. As he put away the few items he'd bought at the store he saw there was a used plate on the side of the sink. Severide must have come home and gone back out again. Staring at it Casey felt like he was trying to avoid him though he doubted it as he was not usually one to avoid someone for the sake of stopping an argument.

With the washing machine loaded with his gym clothes and more clothes from the laundry basket he sat down at the computer to check his emails, where he prepared a quote for a customer who wanted a new garden fence and had provided him the dimensions and some photos in an email, all in an attempt to distract himself from the misery he felt. He was at a loss with Severide. They were butting heads once again. Severide wouldn't see reason or perhaps he was right, perhaps Casey should just let him get on with his own business but it was affecting his crew, affecting the whole house.

With perfect timing the washing machine finished its last cycle when he closed his computer down and after loading the clothes into the dryer he went make something to eat now his stomach had quelled from the annoyance and frustration that had been causing it to flip flop for the majority of the day.

Food preparations were interrupted when his phoned buzzed quietly in his pocket. Taking it out to see if it was anything important he saw it was just Severide wanting him to join everyone at Molly's. He shoved it straight back into his pocket without replying, he wanted to sit at home, watch a bit of TV and get an early night, he didn't want anything to do with Severide and why on earth did the man want him at Molly's anyway? He'd probably messaged the wrong number.

His phone started vibrating with a call as he finished off preparing dinner but there was knock on the door and the phone went unanswered as he put the knife down on the worktop and went to open the apartment door. "Katya? Come in," he motioned for her to enter after the shock of seeing her outside the apartment faded, "Are you ok?" Casey asked with concern as they moved into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I didn't know what to do. You said I could always come over," she spoke quickly, worriedly, "I think I need to tell you something. I trust you and we need to look out for each other…" she started to pace the room.

"What's happened?" Casey asked quickly placing his hand on her shoulder to halt her frantic movements.

She looked up to him. "I can trust you," she spoke. It wasn't a question but Casey nodded in response. "It is Jack and the men he is working for..." she explained, "They are smuggling girls over and..."

"I know," Casey replied earnestly.

"You know?" she questioned.

He nodded, "I've been working with the police for the last week or so. I wanted to help."

"You are working with the police? Matt this is good! I didn't know who to trust," she said, "But you were different and I did not know what to do, I did not want you to get hurt."

"It's ok," Casey comforted as she began pacing in front of him once again.

"I've been trying to find a way to stop them, they talk in front of me, I have everything written down," Katya explained pacing the kitchen floor.

"Let me see," Casey replied hoping they would be able to take Katya's notes to the police and get the whole situation sorted.

"I don't have it with me..."

Suddenly the back door opened up and a man that Casey recognised as one of the Bulgarians from the club, he had a gun aimed at them and was followed swiftly by Jack Nesbitt.

Casey put his hands up in the air, attempting to keep the situation under control, and stood closer to Katya, who had now stopped pacing, wanting to shield her.

"Where is it?" the Bulgarian demanded urgently.

"I'm not telling you anything!" Katya yelled stepping closer to the Bulgarian and away from Casey's protection.

Bang!

The noise echoed around the apartment. Katya went flying back onto the floor, blood sprayed from her chest onto Casey and the kitchen cabinet behind her. The bullet had gone straight through her and only stopped when it hit the wall after cracking though a glass bowl which landed with a smash on the floor below the worktop. Casey had immediately dropped down to Katya. He placed his hands over the bloody wound on her chest only to have the gun pointed at his head.

"Get up!" the Bulgarian yelled at Casey. He didn't move. Katya was bleeding out. The warm blood was seeping thickly through his hands, oozing through his fingers. There was already a large sickly puddle forming beneath her paling body. Katya was looking straight into Casey's eyes. She was scared. But there was nothing Casey could do. She was bleeding out. Her skin paled with every second. Her breath shortened with every moment.

"I said get up!"

This time the man knocked Matt in the chest as a warning and he fell from his crouched position to the ground. He moved, righting himself so he could put his hand back over Katya's chest. Her eyes had closed. A strong arm grabbed his shoulder pulling him upright as he remained staring down at Katya's dying body.

As he was manhandled further away from her he saw the knife he'd left on the worktop. He knew the gun was still threateningly near but he had to do something just to buy some time in case one of the neighbours had heard the gunshot and the police were on the way… Casey desperately hoped that was the case because having seen Severides message he knew he wouldn't be home for hours or not at all if he decided to go to someone else's place.

The moment the gun wasn't directly focused on him Casey quickly shoved the Bulgarian away, the man toppled onto Nesbit as Casey quickly grabbed the knife from the worktop.

The Bulgarian and Nesbitt steadied themselves having fallen to the ground and as all three of them saw the gun had been flung into the lounge they dived towards the weapon. Casey landed on his side, his left hand gripping the knife and his right hand stretched out holding onto the gun. The Bulgarian also had a hold on the weapon and using his size pushed Casey onto his back, pinning both his wrists above his head only to receive a knee to his stomach.

After kneeing the Bulgarian Casey scrambled away from him only to be pulled back and pushed into the wall. A lamp came crashing down next to him and he soon found himself lying on his back, panting and spitting blood out of his mouth, with Nesbitt and the Bulgarian looking down at him with the gun aimed steadily towards him.

"Drop it!" the Bulgarian yelled and seeing no other way out of the situation Casey relinquished his hold on the knife. Once again he was forcefully brought up so that he was upright and was then manhandled out the front door with the gun firmly placed on his back. Casey was led out of the apartment block to the back seat of a blacked out car. The Bulgarian roughly shoved him inside and the door was slammed behind him.

Nesbitt drove the car whilst the Bulgarian sat in the passenger seat with his gun still pointing at Casey who was trembling with both rage and adrenaline. His hands were covered in Katya's blood. He could still smell it, feel it on his lips, his face and neck had been sprayed red the moment the bullet had hit her chest.

Soon the car stopped. As Casey was pulled out of the car he realised they'd brought him to Stilettos. He barely had time to wonder why as he was pushed through the front doors. He was shoved forward into the main room, still being threatened by the gun. He turned round to face the Bulgarian with his arms out unthreateningly in an effort to keep the man calm as he took the chance to glance around the room looking for any way out.

"Ok where is it? She's always writing in a notebook. Where does she keep it?" the Bulgarian questioned still waving his gun threateningly towards him.

"He doesn't know," Nesbitt realised regrettably whilst Casey was desperately trying to think of a way out of the situation.

"I do know. I just need a second…" Casey began as he came up with a quick plan.

The gun clicked menacingly as the Bulgarian turned the safety off, "Now!"

On Casey's right Nesbitt pleaded, "Casey just give him what he wants." It would be over a done with if Casey would just tell them where the notebook was, Nesbitt had been worried that his cohorts rash decision to kill Katya had also killed any knowledge of the notebooks whereabouts. The notebook that would reveal his own involvement in the trafficking ring.

Casey looked from Nesbitt back to the Bulgarian. Adrenaline was surging through his body. His breaths came quickly. He needed to get out of there. He had no idea where the notebook was. He'd not even heard of it until recently. No one knew he was here and unless any of his neighbours had heard anything no one would be checking his apartment until Severide returned home. No one would know about Katya until it was too late. No one would know about him until it was too late.

"The room…" Casey began hoping to gain the upper hand somehow or at the very least buy some time, "The new room. It's gotta be in there."

The Bulgarian looked to Nesbitt who knew nothing and back to Casey, "Show me." So Casey led the way down the corridor to the room he had nearly finished renovating. Once at the doorway he was shoved in and followed by the Bulgarian and Nesbitt.

Nesbitt looked around the room "She must have hidden it in here," he told the Bulgarian who was still threatening his gun at Casey; he really didn't want any more deaths on his hands.

At the end of the gun Casey was stood as unthreateningly as possible as the Bulgarian questioned, "Where is it?"

"I…" Casey began as he looked around the room for anything that could give him the upper hand, "She told me she left it in here," he states hoping they would believe him. "She must have put it in here when I was fixing up the room," he looked from the Bulgarian to Nesbitt and back again looking to see if they believed his panicked voice.

"Where?" the Bulgarian demanded.

Casey looked around "It could be anywhere, if you'd not shot her you'd know exactly where..." he trailed off as he saw one of his tool boxes in the corner near a few cardboard boxes, a hammer was lying on top. He continued looking around hoping to hide what he had spotted. A plan had now formulated in his head. He needed to get the upper hand and fast or he wasn't going to survive this. The man waving the gun around was losing patience. No one would be looking for him. There was no point in just simply buying time now. He needed to get out on his own. He needed to get over to his tool box.

"It's over here I think," he stated bringing attention to the corner where his tool box was lying. He turned his back to the gun and started to walk over.

"Not so fast."

Casey paused as he felt the gun pressed against his back and then continued. At the wall he bent down with one hand still slightly raised as he appeared to start looking through some of the boxes. The gun was still pressed into his back. It was now or never. Casey took a deep breath as he spun around grabbing both the hammer and the Bulgarians wrist that held the gun. Casey used all his strength to move the gun as far away as possible from himself as it was fired three times with a deafening roar next to his head.

With his ears ringing Casey sent his knee up into the man's gut making him double over. Still holding the wrist with gun whacked him twice on the head with the hammer in his left hand. Blood splattered and the man went limp. Casey let go of the Bulgarians wrist and he fell down with a sickening thud. Blood pooled from his head to Casey's jean clad knees. He let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding and stared down in shock at what he'd just done. He loosened his hold on the hammer and it fell to the floor. Adrenaline was pounding through his body ceaselessly. He turned and stood up shakily to face the other man in the room.

"Matt…" Nesbitt began pleadingly as he slowly moved his hands out not wanting to fight, he knew he'd lose.

Casey saw red. Rage still fuelled him and he swung at Nesbitt knocking him sideways. Nesbitt managed to get a couple of hits into Casey's side but he recovered himself and knocked Nesbitt down to the ground. He held on to Nesbitts shirt and continued to send fist after fist down onto his face. Nesbitt wasn't going to be getting up any time soon and there was blood pouring from his nose and face yet Casey continued. Adrenaline was surging through his body.

"Casey! Casey! Take it easy! Take it is easy! Easy! Take it easy!" Voight stormed into the room but Casey heard nothing. The man struggled to stop the enraged Casey pounding on Nesbit. He was no longer aware of his surroundings. Or of what he was doing. He just needed to survive but suddenly someone was in front of him and he kept struggling until realisation dawned on him. Casey took a step back. His hand was throbbing. His chest felt tight.

"Is there anyone else here?" Voight asked Casey hurriedly as he watched his short and quick breaths, watched him clutch his bloodied hand.

"No, no, just these two," he replied quickly as he looked around at his surroundings. The room felt much smaller than before. It felt like it was closing in on harm as he tried to take control of his breathing.

Antonio had handcuffed Nesbitt and a few feet from him the Bulgarian with the gun was lying dead. The hammer was right next to him and Blood had pooled around his head. 'Him or me,' Matt thought.

"They killed Katya!" the words left his mouth almost in a panic. He was still shocked. She's dead.

"We know," Antonio replied simply, "What did they want?" he asked as he looked up from Nesbitt who was still on the ground handcuffed.

"Katya had a notebook. She gathered information on the whole operation…" Casey explained breathlessly.

"All right where is it?" Voight questioned.

Anguished he replied, "Here at the club somewhere? I guess she hid it… I don't know..."

"All right we've got it from here," Voight stated when two more officers entered the room announcing the rest of the building was clear.

Casey was still leaning against the wall. Antonio was now by his side. Casey looked lost to the world, once again unaware of his surroundings. Antonio placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder but he jumped and shook it off as if he'd been electrified.

"Sorry…" Casey said lamely although he wasn't entirely sure why.

Antonio gave him a look of pity and a glum smile. He then nodded to the officers to escort Casey out of the building. Turning back to Casey he smiled reassuringly, "Let's get you out of here."

Once outside Casey let out a deep breath into mild air. The night sky was clear. There were three police cars, one unmarked, and an ambulance now surrounding the outside of the club. The blue lights flashed in the darkness. The officers led him over to the ambulance. He followed without a word of protest despite wanting to insist that he was fine, he didn't need an ambulance. He noticed Nesbitt sat in the back of one of the police cars holding some white gauze to his bleeding nose when he reached the back of the ambulance where the paramedics started to check him over. "Hey there, are you hurt anywhere? Is it just your hand?" he didn't recognise her and he didn't reply as she took his hand gently into her own.

The world seemed to have slowed down around him, he looked down at his throbbing right hand. When he looked back up a light was being shone into his eyes. He battered it away insisting that he was ok, although he suddenly realised he was now sat down on the back of the ambo. When had he sat down?

He looked round to see that Antonio was talking to one of the paramedics who then took the gurney into the club to collect the body. Then Antonio was looking over to him and he suddenly felt self-conscious. He stood up too quickly. He faltered as his surroundings blurred for a moment. Antonio's strong arm was on his side in a second and he was led to the unmarked police car.

"Just sit for tight for a few, then we'll leave," Antonio didn't say they were going to get his hand x-rayed and have him checked over at the hospital. He knew him well enough to know that Casey would only resist and he couldn't go back home yet even if they let him. Katya's body had been taken to the morgue but the place hadn't been cleaned. It would be a few hours before it was cleaned.

Antonio had already spoke to Severide who had been anxiously waiting in their shared apartment, he explained what had happened and before he'd even finished speaking Severide said he'd come and get Matt from the hospital. Severide had been pacing the apartment, wearing a hole into the floor since he'd discovered Katya's body.

The drive to the hospital was spent in silence. Antonio kept casting a glance at Casey taking in his drained expression in the rear view mirror. It didn't take long to reach the hospital and lead Casey inside to the waiting area whilst he had kept insisting he was fine. Antonio assured him that it was just a precaution but insisted that he needed his hand x-rayed.

Severide was already in the waiting room, now wearing down that flooring as he continued to pace in a new location. He spotted Casey as soon as he entered flanked side by side with the two detectives. Antonio sat Casey down and headed over to the desk to get him seen. Casey looked forlorn sat in the crowded waiting area.

"Hey Case."

Casey barely acknowledged Severide when he sat down next to him. Severide took in his friend's appearance. His hair was a mess, there was blood and grime on his face and sweater but the only injuries he could see were a small cut on his lip and his bloody right hand which was lying tentatively on his lap.

Casey looked up tiredly at his friend, "Did you call them?" he asked motioning towards Antonio and Voight who were now in a heated discussion near the entrance.

Severide nodded.

"You found her?"

"Yeah," Severide replied simply.

"Didn't think you'd be home so soon," he admitted tiredly.

"Was gonna drag your ass to Molly's…" Severide almost winced at his choice of words.

"Oh right," Casey sighed and lowered his head into his left hand, his right still rested on lap. His thoughts felt clouded and his body slow and cumbersome.

"Hey you ok?" Severide asks coaxingly, Casey moved his head over to him but kept in his hand and didn't look up. "Yeah sorry, I know, wrong question... I mean you hurt anywhere else?"

"I'm fine. Tired. Fine," he responded slowly. The ER doors opened and slammed against the walls making Casey jump at the sudden noise. Severides hand reached for his arm to calm him but he just recoiled away from him.

He noticed Severides worried expression and brought his uninjured hand up, ran it nervously through his hair before dropping it down to his leg with his other hand. "Sorry," he muttered.

Severide was about to respond to the unnecessary apology when a doctor holding a clip board called out, "Matthew Casey?"

Casey didn't appear to have heard so Severide went to touch his arm but stopped halfway remembering how he'd just reacted so quietly spoke, "Matt?" who looked up to him as he started to stand up, "Let's get that hand looked at yeah?" Severide said as Casey got up to follow the doctor, grimacing at his aching body which was slow to respond to his commands.

Severide trailed behind Casey who followed the doctor past a few occupied ER beds, each were sectioned off by pale blue curtains, as they reached an empty station the doctor indicated at the vacant bed with a warm smile "Take a seat."

Casey complied and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ok let's have a look at this hand," she commented before taking it gently so as not to startle him. He winced as she examined the bloody bruised and swollen hand. "Can you move all you fingers?" he did as she asked, "Good. Can you make a fist?" He tried and a groan slipped through his parted lips in pain, "Ok, don't worry; I'm going to send you up to x-ray just to be on the safe side ok?" but Casey didn't look up or acknowledge her, "Sir? Sir can you look up at me please?" he didn't respond, "Mathew?" she questioned a little sharper and Casey looked up slowly from his daze, "I'm just going to check you over ok?" she spoke, trying to gain a coherent response from him.

He winced when the little light was first shone into his eyes but followed its movement slowly and replied, "Sorry, I'm just tired I guess."

"Doc?" Severide questioned as he became more concerned for his friend and his dwindling awareness.

She looked towards Severide and smiled reassuringly before going back to Casey, "We're nearly done," she stated for both their sakes, "Can you take you tops off Mathew? I just want to check for any other injuries."

Severide edged over to help and Casey slowly slipped his tops off in one movement with Severides assistance. Wincing slightly as he lifted his arms up to bring them over his head.

There was a small bruised area on his side but nothing too serious looking. After examining him the doctor smiled once more, "All good. Swing your legs onto the bed, lie down and rest for a few. Someone will be with you shortly to take you up to x-ray," and she left leaving the two Lieutenants alone.

Casey sighed as he let his head sink back onto the blue pillow. Severide was stood on his right side looking down with concern. "Ok Case?"

Slowly looking up at him Casey nods, "Yeah fine." His eyelids were heavy and he was struggling to keep them open.

"We'll get out of here soon," Severide said reassuringly knowing he never liked to stay long in hospitals especially after his head injury nearly two years ago.

Casey looked up sleepily at Severide again, whose face was full of worry, "I am ok Kelly," he forced a smile. Severide nodded, smiled and patted him on the shoulder but his eyes still conveyed his worry.

When Casey was taken up for his x-ray Severide hung back and found Antonio, "What happened?" he demanded in a hushed tone, not wanting to cause a scene in the ER waiting room, he'd only been told the bare minimum, that Casey had been taken to Stilettos.

"Looks like he was taken to the club in search of a notebook containing evidence about their operation," Antonio explained simply, "Seems as though they thought Katya had told him where it was."

Noticing the troubled look on Antonio's face Severides eyes narrowed and he asked, "What aren't you telling me?"

"We're not 100% on the facts… when we arrived he was on top of Nesbitt and the other man, we've not ID'd him yet, had been killed…"

Severide knew what he was implying but chose to ignore it for now, "Is this all over? You have the evidence? You got Casey into this mess, is it all over?"

"We're no closer to closing the case," he shook his head at the situation.

"Keep Casey out it."

"Kelly he offered to help out, of course we didn't think…"

"Casey doesn't know how to say to know if someone needs help," Severide almost spat back.

"If we knew this was going to happen we would never have…"

"Not another word."

Antonio changed the subject after checking his phone, "They're just finishing up at your apartment now," Severide nodded in acknowledge, "We need to get an official statement from Casey."

Severide thought back to Casey's slow and guarded responses, to his bloodied and grim appearance, Severide just wanted to get him home and cleaned up, he couldn't even imagine what he'd been through, "Now?"

"Better to get it over with now and not drag it out any longer for him," Antonio replied.

Sighing Severide replied, "Right…"

When Casey came back down from his x-ray less than an hour later he was half asleep but mumbled quietly when he noticed Severide, "Not broken." A nurse had cleaned and wrapped his swollen and bruised hand.

"Good," he smiled down at Casey's messy blond hair, and gave another friendly smile to the doctor who was slipping the scan into a pale brown folder.

"I'm just going to get this prescription filled for you and then you're free to leave," the doctor smiled and headed to the pharmacy round the corner.

"Painkillers?" Severide questioned.

Casey looked down sheepishly, "Erm no, sleeping pills. Said I didn't need them," he sighed tiredly and shifted position so he was no longer lying down but sat on the edge of the bed again.

"Yeah might be a good idea though," Severide spoke agreeing with the doctors idea, "… At least just for when we get back, it's been a tough night." He knew Casey's frenzied thoughts would keep him awake. Knew he was already blaming himself for Katya's death.

"I'm fine," he mumbled.

"Yeah I know," Severide rolled his eyes knowing Casey wasn't looking at him.

The doctor arrived back and Antonio came to Casey's bedside with her.

"Here we are, just one before bed will do if you think you can't sleep after what's happened, there's enough for two nights but if you need any more than that I'd like you to make an appointment an appointment with your regular physician. No driving or operating any machinery for twelve hours after you've had them ok? And you can take some over the counter painkillers for you hand and side," she explained.

"I'm fine," Casey repeated.

She smiled at his stubbornness, "Take them. Get a good long sleep. You'll feel better. You've had a rough night." Antonio nodded in agreement.

Severide took the orange pot from her "Thanks doc," and she left the three of them.

Antonio looked down at Casey who was sat on the edge of the bed slowly putting his tops back on and although he tried his best to hide it Casey couldn't conceal a wince as he dressed himself.

"Matt I just need a statement for the police report before you go; I know it's probably the last thing you want to talk about but…" Antonio was interrupted before he could finish

"Let's just get it over with," Casey's words slurred with tiredness. Severide stepped out knowing it wasn't going to easy talking to Antonio never mind if he was there too. He knew Casey too well. He liked to be in control and after all that had happened tonight the least he could do was try and give him some of that control back and wait for his friend to tell him in his own time if that's what he wanted.

Casey recounted how Katya had come over to see him and how it had all gone down in the apartment but talking about what he had done in the club didn't come so easily. He had paused after explaining how the Bulgarians demands for the notebook led him to creating a plan to buy him some more time. Casey looked up, having taken a high interest in the floor tiles for the majority of his recollection, and Antonio saw anxiousness and perhaps even fear in his eyes.

"We'll leave it there Matt," Antonio said sympathetically. It wasn't hard to guess how it had gone down in the back room of the club and he didn't want to distress Casey any further after all he'd been through, after all he'd had to do to survive when Antonio felt partially to blame for the whole situation.

Whilst Antonio spoke to his Casey Severide had gone to grab him a drink from one of the vending machines in the hospital corridor. He arrived back to the bed with a Gatorade in his hand just as Antonio finished off and left with a quick acknowledging nod towards him.

Sat on the edge of the bed Casey looked absolutely exhausted. He was a mess. Although his hand was now cleaned and wrapped up but there was still blood on his face and neck. His blond hair was sticking up all over the place. His normally bright eyes were glazed over. He looked like he could shatter into a million pieces. He'd been pushed to breaking point yet again and Severide didn't know what would bring him back this time. He didn't know how to help his friend, if he tried Casey would push him away insisting he was fine when he was actually falling apart inside. But Severide knew if he didn't try he would lose him. Matt Casey liked control, he liked structure and order and he was very protective, overly protective at times. It made him a great firefighter, a great lieutenant. But his protectiveness meant he had a hard time saying no when help was needed and it had gotten him into this mess. And what he had done to survive pushed him so close to breaking point and all Severide wanted to do was make the whole mess go away.

Standing beside the bed Severide uncapped the Gatorade and silently offered it to Casey who took it slowly and thankfully had a few sips before resting it on his lap.

"Let's get you home yeah?" Severide comforted. He took the Gatorade off Casey and replaced the cap.

"The apartment…" Casey hesitated.

"It's been cleaned up. But we can go to a hotel if you want?" Severide suggested.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I'm fine, I just want to get out of here," Casey responded quickly. He still hadn't made any eye contact with Severide. Casey didn't want to have any more conversations. He wanted to get out of the hospital. He wanted to be on his own.

"Ok then," Severide wasn't sure it was the best idea but he wanted to let Casey have control.

The walk to the car was spent in silence. Casey got in the passenger side wincing slightly as he sat down, it didn't go unnoticed by Severide. To break the silence and add to some normality to the situation Severide turned the radio on. Casey stared blankly out of the passenger window but soon found he could longer keep his eyes open and he let sleep claim him.

TBC