8.
Withdrawal.
He vaguely remembers hearing the word at some point, knows it was the doctor – whose name he still hasn't remembered – and it doesn't take him long to figure out what's going on, why he feels so wrong.
The drugs have worn off.
I'm going through withdrawal.
It won't last.
It'll be over soon.
I hope…
It's cold; he can't stop shivering, and his chest feels tight.
It's hot; he's burning up, sweat soaking his exhausted body, and everything aches.
A rough hand brushes over his forehead, pushing his shaggy hair back away from his sweaty face. He shies away, shivering violently.
Cylons.
Don't touch me.
Get away from me.
Don't hurt me.
"Lee, it's okay," a familiar voice whispers close by. "It's just me. You're safe."
Dad.
Don't leave.
Please don't leave.
"I won't go anywhere, Lee. I promise I won't leave you. I'll stay as long as you need me."