The first night the insomnia kicks back in is always the worst. My brain's like "you're exhausted, go to sleep" but I can't. The second I lay down, it's like nothing turns off. And I can't sleep anywhere other than my bed. Second night should be easier. I'll be too sleep deprived to care.
+ I've done a ridiculous amount of research into anesthesia for this fic. The friendly neighborhood NSA agent monitoring my computer must wonder why I'm so curious about ketamine and gunshot wounds. Don't worry, friendly neighborhood NSA agent, I just want this character to survive. This time.