He can rest now. It’s such a comforting thought, but it would have meant nothing if it hadn’t come from Raju himself. He trusts him, so it means he can rest. He’s done what he’s had to, he’s done well.

He thinks of Jopson, offering words of genuine admiration as he wiped the sweat and sick from him, telling him that he was doing so well despite the fact that he was on death’s door. It should feel like he’s being appeased somehow, mollified, but it’s just so nice to hear that he’s done something well for a change, even if it just holding on to consciousness.

His head drops down, chin resting on his chest as he stops fighting for a while. He sleeps. He sleeps for a full day, through the slow piecing together of the events that took place during the Solstice and the immediate aftermath of all the violence.

When he does wake again he’s far less delirious, but the severity of what was done to the man Hickey killed and carved up, to his own body, is at the forefront of his mind. He immediately searches for Raju, not knowing if he’s close or still in the same room.