“Was this your wife’s room?” asked Graden as Louk crossed to the windows and pulled back the curtains. This room was well kept, without dust, and done up much the same as the one Graden had just been in, although it was much nicer. He didn’t know where to move, where to stand. He’d reached the point where his vision had come back around again—the days he’d tried, really tried, to stop the sugardream altogether he’d always broken. His vision would get blurry again after a while, the headaches got worse, and all he could think about was more magic crystals.
He really needed the doctor to give him something other than a nice bed.
“Ah, no,” said Louk, and smiled awkwardly. “I don’t—I didn’t—”
“Sorry,” said Graden, surprised he’d said something that made the doctor so flustered. “I didn’t me
