It was like the plague.
Well, this is what she assumed the plague's possession of the people was like, drawing from the history books of the Old World; out of control, seemingly untreatable, and affecting every man and his dog.
She was not exempt.
Every night, she'd ready herself for bed and climb in beneath the sheets to rest her weary body alongside Todd's own. He wouldn't stir as usual, just his Noise quietly whirring in the stale air of their tent.
Viola
WAR
Ben?
no noise
Viola?
She would always snuggle closer whenever her name held that questioning intonation, grasping his hand to reassure him of her presence.
And then her thoughts would begin to churn.. Endlessly spinning around and around and around.. It left her even more exhausted than the mind-numbing repetition of masquerading as healer, and listening to the same complaints of insomnia that plagued her own body night after night after night..
They would always ask the same question: "What do you think the reason could be?"
She'd always inwardly sigh, the drained expression on their faces mirrored in her own. Those with Noise would often answer the question themselves..
can we trust..?
afraid
VOICES
SO MANY VOICES
the sky.. knows what he's doing?
sleep
Spackles
please
strange new world
When our minds and lives held nothing but worries, why was it that sleep, our one true escape, evaded us?
She too held no answer.
She could only stare at his sleeping form and wonder when the darkness would finally welcome her too.