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Mike can't remember the last time he'd gotten up.
Just the same four walls, over and over again as he wakes up and falls asleep, too tired to do much else since they'd left. He hadn't even changed clothes or brushed his teeth, the taste of just skin sticking in his mouth.
Food is hard, he'd never been the best at it.
Not like he is ruining things.
He'd tried calling Will once or twice, but the busy tone had played.
Mike turns over, and his eyes close. Pulling his blanket back up to his shoulders, he falls asleep again.