Then the exhaustion hits him like a truck. He doesn't really know how long he's been holed up in his room shivering in a fetal position and doing everything in the goddamn book to relieve himself even before Gabe stepped into this room, but it's all catching up.

Don't fall asleep, he tells himself. He tries to renew his grip on Gabe's arm, just to have something to do that won't just perpetuate his drowsiness.

Don't fall asleep, you fucking idjit.