Wednesday 1.35

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[continued from Wednesday 1.29]

Schuldig was silent and still for several moments, as he tried to contact Crawford. Suddenly, he let out a strangled cry and curled into a ball on the end of the bed beside Yohji, fingers clutching at his head. Pain was ripping through his skull, but he was too disoriented from having a vision crammed into his brain to do anything about it. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was very rare. Brad didn't normally share his visions with anyone.

Maybe he would have waxed philosophical about the reasons behind Brad deciding to share this particular one with him, but the brain shredding headache that was pounding through his entire body left him without the ability to think. Once the vision passed, it was all Schuldig could do to ask for painkillers. He didn't care who got them. He wasn't even entirely sure where he was at the moment. All he knew was that it hurt, and it was Brad's fault. Again.