"You know Him," Solomon whispered, and his fingers clenched in the bedcovers as if that would stop them shaking. It didn't. "You know Him."
He closed his eyes, tried to swallow and failed; his mouth was too dry. He tried to breathe instead, and although he couldn't calm his heartrate down, he managed to keep it somewhat under control.
Father O'Reilly's question made his opened his eyes again, and they were wider than they should have been; wide in a grey face, and filled with fear. Yet, behind that, there was something else. Awe. Curiosity. A yearning for something not even Solomon had quite pinpointed yet.
"I saw Him," he said, and his voice tremored. "I was in pain and delirious and I looked up and I ... I saw light and energy, and movement--as if a wellspring of all things around it. Then I blinked and He was--just a man." He snorted and then laughed, and the sound was breathless but less hysterical than it should have been. (But still hysterical, it has to be said.) "A sailor in a cowboy hat, laden with teddy-bears. I ..."
His voice failed on him then, and he looked automatically to the plastic cup the nurses had left him. He'd never be able to pick up it without dropping it. Not with how his hands were trembling.
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He closed his eyes, tried to swallow and failed; his mouth was too dry. He tried to breathe instead, and although he couldn't calm his heartrate down, he managed to keep it somewhat under control.
Father O'Reilly's question made his opened his eyes again, and they were wider than they should have been; wide in a grey face, and filled with fear. Yet, behind that, there was something else. Awe. Curiosity. A yearning for something not even Solomon had quite pinpointed yet.
"I saw Him," he said, and his voice tremored. "I was in pain and delirious and I looked up and I ... I saw light and energy, and movement--as if a wellspring of all things around it. Then I blinked and He was--just a man." He snorted and then laughed, and the sound was breathless but less hysterical than it should have been. (But still hysterical, it has to be said.) "A sailor in a cowboy hat, laden with teddy-bears. I ..."
His voice failed on him then, and he looked automatically to the plastic cup the nurses had left him. He'd never be able to pick up it without dropping it. Not with how his hands were trembling.