And for one long week.... Nothing. He'd have no concept of time, of course. But at least for one week, everything stopped.
No pain, no confusion, no sadness or anger. Black nothingness. If he'd been cognizant enough to be aware of it, he might have enjoyed the sensation.
As it was, waking up a week later, he could at least say he felt rested. Perhaps it was for the best Raistlin wasn't in the room. The wizard might not have been terribly offended by the words spat by Wade in absolute, abject frustration and rage at waking up alive, but the tantrum that followed might have at least been off putting. Scraping newly grown fingernails over still raw flesh, his fists striking the table until his knuckles bled.
It would come, and then just as quickly, go, his head buried in his hands for a time. Ignoring his things for the moment in favor of putting his mind back together again before he had an audience.
no subject
No pain, no confusion, no sadness or anger. Black nothingness. If he'd been cognizant enough to be aware of it, he might have enjoyed the sensation.
As it was, waking up a week later, he could at least say he felt rested. Perhaps it was for the best Raistlin wasn't in the room. The wizard might not have been terribly offended by the words spat by Wade in absolute, abject frustration and rage at waking up alive, but the tantrum that followed might have at least been off putting. Scraping newly grown fingernails over still raw flesh, his fists striking the table until his knuckles bled.
It would come, and then just as quickly, go, his head buried in his hands for a time. Ignoring his things for the moment in favor of putting his mind back together again before he had an audience.