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"All the men share a hall, so there's no... rooms as such. It's just a hall with our beds in, so... sleeping is pretty difficult because there's always someone who wants to start trouble. I just put my head under the pillow and block it out. You'll get used to it. The medicine helps. It's helped me a lot," he admitted as he rested his head on his hand, his own lethargy starting to kick in.
Admittedly, the medicine didn't cause that slowness in him; it simply contributed to it. However, he had grown to feel comfortable with the medicated feeling. It was far more normal for him than being off pills, which he hadn't done since moving with a foster family, and that experience wasn't the nicest. He therefore equated trouble with being off his pills, and that was his excuse for wanting to continue to take them. He insisted there was nothing wrong with him, but the pills had definitely become a crutch to help him through the day. At least then he could excuse his slowness on them.
"It'll be okay, we could get beds next to each other and talk when I can't get no sleep. I used to have my own room in the orphanages so sharing a hall with every guy here is... hard, it's real hard. The Doc says that he hasn't got the rooms to store us all in and it'd be unfair to give some people their own rooms and leave everyone out, but my friend says that the Doc's just trying to save money for himself. It's a lot easier keeping everyone in one hall."
Admittedly, the medicine didn't cause that slowness in him; it simply contributed to it. However, he had grown to feel comfortable with the medicated feeling. It was far more normal for him than being off pills, which he hadn't done since moving with a foster family, and that experience wasn't the nicest. He therefore equated trouble with being off his pills, and that was his excuse for wanting to continue to take them. He insisted there was nothing wrong with him, but the pills had definitely become a crutch to help him through the day. At least then he could excuse his slowness on them.
"It'll be okay, we could get beds next to each other and talk when I can't get no sleep. I used to have my own room in the orphanages so sharing a hall with every guy here is... hard, it's real hard. The Doc says that he hasn't got the rooms to store us all in and it'd be unfair to give some people their own rooms and leave everyone out, but my friend says that the Doc's just trying to save money for himself. It's a lot easier keeping everyone in one hall."