Chapter 76

“Thank you,” he whispered, once he was sure Yazid was gone. Ali ran his nails gently down Yazid’s arm, through the dark hair and over an old scar from breaking the bone several years ago.

He felt calmed, de-stressed, and settled again—and right where he belonged, with the only person who truly mattered.

Ali closed his eyes, and drifted.27th–28thAugust 2010

Yazid drifted.

He drifted for a long time before the world began to come back. Little sparks of sound. Whispers of movement around the edges of his mind. And eventually—

Yazid came round slowly. Sound introduced itself gently—a muted, far-away hustle-and-bustle and an odd, distant echo to voices not quite in the room. Then came smell—a sterile, antiseptic kind of stink, like the insides of first aid kits, or…

He cracked open his eyes. One felt puffy and sore; the other gritty and heavy, like the eyelashes were clumped together. There was a faint, patchy red mist over the world and when he blinked, it didn’t go away.