theodore sat in his office, a letter opener poised between his fingertip and the wood as he rocked it back and forth. he snapped back into full consciousness as thunder crashed through the air, startling him. the steel slit his fingertip, and he cursed. "shit!" he hissed, dropping the blade. he pressed his handkerchief to the wound to stem the bleeding, taking a bottle of medicine out of one of the cabinets. he removed the cork with his teeth, taking a drink of the medicine. his head hurt.

he coughed. "gh..." he rubbed his face, smoothing the bandage on his cheekbone. theodore took off his glasses with a sigh, his raven hair falling messily into his face. his mind felt fuzzy. he was tired. he could still feel the bruising on his face, under his right eye.