The guard hesitated, his posture stiffening slightly, as though he were weighing the consequences of what had just been asked of him.
His eyes flicked briefly to the side, then back again, uncertainty written plainly across his face. It was clear he was wondering whether that was something he was allowed to do at all, whether fulfilling such a request might land him in trouble later.
The pause stretched for a moment longer than necessary.
Then he spoke.
"What type should I get you?" he asked.
His tone was respectful, careful, as though he were treading on unfamiliar ground and did not want to misstep.
Grey didn't answer right away. In truth, he hadn't even known there were different types of sleeping pills.
He had never used them before. Sleep, when it came, usually came on its own, whether he wanted it to or not. And when it didn't, he endured the long hours awake without reaching for help.
"Just get any," he said at last.
