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Pam had been working around the clock since she'd woken up.
It took time, and she felt weak - unsteady on her feet. Annoying as Adrian's constant mothering could be, the constant mugs of soup and bowls of stew shoved in her direction were helpful, even if she didn't want to encourage him by admitting it.
But she kept working. Studying. Pushing. Synthesizing...
She didn't sleep much, either. This time around, sheer exhaustion had gripped her-- it had been night, with no one hovering over her for once. And then. Suddenly. There was nothing to do but wait.
She slid out of her chair and curled up under the table. Could she even sleep? She could. Nightmares came, Woodrue snapping at her work, her tables, screaming at her that she was useless. There is no one left saving!
She slept.
[[ for he who is here, details taken from Poison Ivy #12 ]]
It took time, and she felt weak - unsteady on her feet. Annoying as Adrian's constant mothering could be, the constant mugs of soup and bowls of stew shoved in her direction were helpful, even if she didn't want to encourage him by admitting it.
But she kept working. Studying. Pushing. Synthesizing...
She didn't sleep much, either. This time around, sheer exhaustion had gripped her-- it had been night, with no one hovering over her for once. And then. Suddenly. There was nothing to do but wait.
She slid out of her chair and curled up under the table. Could she even sleep? She could. Nightmares came, Woodrue snapping at her work, her tables, screaming at her that she was useless. There is no one left saving!
She slept.
[[ for he who is here, details taken from Poison Ivy #12 ]]
