The sedative flowed into him.
Eeeeeeeeeeee, sang the ancient winds.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the ancient seas.
"No sedative, no sleep, please, don't, don't, don't!" screamed Sale, trying to get up. "You don't—understand!"
"Take it easy, old man, you're safe among us now, nothing to worry about," said the rescuer above him.
Leonard Sale slept. The two men stood over him.
As they watched, Sale's features changed violently. He groaned and cried and snarled in his sleep. His face was riven with emotion. It was the face of a saint, a sinner, a fiend, a monster, a darkness, a light, one, many, an army, a vacuum, all, all!
He writhed in his sleep.
Eeeeeeeeee! the sound burst from his mouth. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! he screamed.
"What's wrong with him?" asked one of the two rescuers.