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Jan. 12th, 2005 12:24 amIt's a pretty tableau: boy lying asleep in bed; man sitting at his bedside, looking down at him; dog curled up on the end of the bed.
Only the boy's not asleep -- he's fighting a war within his mind. The boy is too pale to look healthy. The dog isn't a dog at all, and his gold-rimmed eyes are ever half-open, watching the boy.
As for the man, his face is so tight with worry and grief that anybody observing this scene would have to look away.
Roland Deschain isn't used to being helpless.
He reaches out and takes Jake's hand.
And he waits.
Only the boy's not asleep -- he's fighting a war within his mind. The boy is too pale to look healthy. The dog isn't a dog at all, and his gold-rimmed eyes are ever half-open, watching the boy.
As for the man, his face is so tight with worry and grief that anybody observing this scene would have to look away.
Roland Deschain isn't used to being helpless.
He reaches out and takes Jake's hand.
And he waits.
