Tillman managed to prop himself up on one elbow before the door opened entirely. It was not the best position, tactically, but it was better than being flat on his back.
He took in the sight of Doctor Crane and his mouth twitched into a frown. He could clearly remember the initial exchange, the interview, but then it all got fuzzy. His stomach clenched as he remembered flitting images. It must have been a dream.
Tillman made no move to rise further. He could have, at this point, and as Crane had pointed out in their previous conversation, Tillman could snap his neck without any effort at all. He didn't, simply because he wanted to go home more than anything, and assault would nullify his chances of that.
"I'd like an explanation," he croaked. His voice surprised him, scarcely more than a dry whisper even though he had intended to speak at a normal volume. It had happened to him once before, but he could clearly remember screaming then. It wasn't all a dream, then.
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He took in the sight of Doctor Crane and his mouth twitched into a frown. He could clearly remember the initial exchange, the interview, but then it all got fuzzy. His stomach clenched as he remembered flitting images. It must have been a dream.
Tillman made no move to rise further. He could have, at this point, and as Crane had pointed out in their previous conversation, Tillman could snap his neck without any effort at all. He didn't, simply because he wanted to go home more than anything, and assault would nullify his chances of that.
"I'd like an explanation," he croaked. His voice surprised him, scarcely more than a dry whisper even though he had intended to speak at a normal volume. It had happened to him once before, but he could clearly remember screaming then. It wasn't all a dream, then.