Rags and Bones

Getting to wherever he's going, it's like moving through molasses. Will isn’t even sure when it started. He’s so used to pushing through that desire to hide away, to go back to bed, to bury himself in blankets and silence and isolation, that he can’t pinpoint exactly when it got to this point. All he knows is breathing’s become hard, let alone the rest of it.He knows he’s needed with a patient right now, not because he really remembers being told, or having the conscious thought to do so, but because he has their test results in his hand.He knows he should walk back out there but instead, he sits down, casting the tablet aside as he takes a deep, measured breath. He tells himself he’ll sit for just a minute, regain his bearings, push away the exhaustion seeping into his bones and go do his job, but in reality, he knows he’d all but lost that battle when he gave in and sat down.