Sophie watched him and took the cloak. She stood there still, kind of in a daze. She watched him, not even realizing she was. She didn't want to go tomorrow. She didn't want to go at all, she didn't want to even move.
Valgius, however, fell asleep on the floor. Soon, images began to flash... a dark figure... black flames heading toward him... but the last battle... the one that nearly killed him. Valgius shouted out many times, thrashing around.
Sophie watched him, barely even noticing he was clearly have a nightmare. She wanted to stay there all night, trying to keep the inevitable from happening. Trying to keep tomorrow from ever coming.
Valgius, meanwhile, began to breath heavily. Unbeknownst to the doctors, he'd acquired a wound that had rapidly become infected. He began to sweat heavily, still thrashing about.