Malcolm Bright

"Oh, I...I don't recommend waking me up if I'm not running for the stairs," he said, though he ducked his head under the weight of a small smile. "It's not safe. For you." He tilted his head towards the bed. "The restraints keep me safe. But when I'm in the middle of a night terror I won't know who you are or where I am..." He glanced over at Raylan. ”I'm not sure wrestling works every time."

He took a small bite of soup. Once he was reasonably sure it would stay down, he took a bigger bite.