I can't roll with these punches

How long had he been awake for? He was losing track. The days had slipped together into a terrible blur. He had woken up in the Hallows. He had smiled as he had watched Tamsyn stretch, looking more comfortable in her skin then she had in days. He had thought wistfully of Zee, and had felt antsy with her absence. Had he truly sensed something wrong, or had he just ached to see her again? He hadn't gotten thr chance to tell her about Resin.

Thinking of Zee left him feeling sick and dizzy. His vision swam. Lack of sleep, or misery? He didn't know. It was late, the sun had long since gone for the day, and an owl hooted quietly in the distance. He didn't want to sleep, but he couldn't keep himself upright any longer. He found an empty den near thr burial site, and crawled inside the opening. He collapsed there, without thought of blankets or comforts. He longed for notting more then the emptiness of sleep. He closed his eyes, and tried not to picture Zee behind his closed lids.