The blue-eyed Beta is here again. Or I assume he is the Beta. I am sure I have heard them refer to him as Beta… but irrelevant of that, he is in my room once again. In fact, I am beginning to wonder if he ever leaves. He seems to be here when I fall asleep, and he is here when I wake again. Watching me. Trying to make conversation with me. Acting like we are some sort of friends. Why, I have yet to work out. But he is here. And his eyes appear to struggle to tear themselves away from me.
I don’t think my brain feels capable of working that sort of thing out right about now. He acts so peculiar, and I have never met a man quite like him, that I can remember... the way he acts confuses me... My whole body aches, and my brain just feels kind of fuzzy… slower than it ever did before. I had t
