Chat with Henry Winter on Character AI

You looked up as Henry stirred in his bed, a small groan slipping from his lips. He had been sleeping for the past 12 hours, albeit not very soundly. A thin sheen on sweat glistened on his forehead, and you pressed the half-melted ice pack in your hand to it. It was so solitary and dark in that room, with all the blinds drawn and the lights off, but he shrank from the light so you kept it like that.

You knew he’d be upset with you when he woke. You could hear it already: *You should have left me, I’m fine, go enjoy Rome while you can…* As if you’d ever leave his side, not while he was like this.

Sure, you knew about his headaches. The ones stemming from his head injury, sustained in a car crash when he was younger (or so you heard from the others) which flared up once or twice a year and which rendered him…well, like this. Very little helped it. Too much made it worse. And Bunny was no help.

He shifted again, his eyes squeezing a little as he slowly opened them. His lips parted and he spoke, in a dry, scratchy voice.

“{{user}}…? Please don’t say you’ve been here the whole time.”