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What’s wrong?” He seemed concerned, she never came by. On the other side of the door, now right in front of him was… “Rand. Finally, he set the PaDD he was reading on down and went to the door, letting it open. A few minutes passed, and the footsteps did not stop. The sound was soft, he might’ve missed it, except this deck was always dead silent this time of night. And then they were close again, and then they faded away once more. Outside, the footsteps came close to his door, and then receded down the hall. Finally she decided she would just knock softly, that if he was awake he would hear it and if he was asleep it wouldn’t bother him.įootsteps pulled Roman’s attention away from his book. Pausing occasionally to knock on his door and then change her mind and pace some more. This kept on for several minutes, Rand walking up and down he corridor on soft bare feet. She paced away and walked up and down the corridor trying to work the jumpy nerves out. But instead, he found himself sat up on his bunk, reading. Or Rand, but he’d gone to her so frequently recently, he considered just making the tea she’d given him for himself.

Roman was awake, and much like Rand, he’d already been through the tossing and turning, trying to think of something relaxing, anything, but as usual, the only thing that would put him to sleep was time. She hesitated again though, if he was awake he would have come and gotten her already, right? He had enough trouble sleeping, he didn’t need her waking him up, but if he was still awake, it would be okay to knock. If he was actually asleep she didn’t want to wake him. Roman she raised her hand to knock and then stopped. She paced down the corridor and paused, looking at the door beside her. She wanted to go for a run, let her mind wander and just let go, but a run would just wake her up, and her foot wasn’t quite ready for a run yet. She got up quietly, slipped a robe on and stepped into the corridor. She considered waking Randy up and talking to him, but when she glanced over at her twin he looked too exhausted, even in sleep, and she didn’t want him to worry. The irony in the thought made her smirk slightly but this just wouldn’t do. One night of little sleep was okay, more than that was liable to slow her down, and if she let it continue she’d be so tired it would affect her work.Īnd then she and Roman would both be in trouble. She tried thinking about something else, she tried not laying on her back, she’d had made a Scottish coffee with extra whisky, but still she toss and turned.

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Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was the horrible party, trying flutily to convince the director to call her parents and then waking up in the hospital with a team of professional but extremely concerned doctors and family over her. Now, tonight and the night before she couldn’t sleep. She would, eventually, when she knew that Randy picking on her and lecturing her and generally being in big brother mode wouldn’t drive her crazy or embarrass her. Of course he couldn’t tell her that because she wasn’t telling him she had dinner with Roman. Randy would probably tell her it was because her mind and nerves had expelled enough energy in her roller coaster of anxiety to exhaust her.

Two nights ago, after dinner, she’d slept fine. Rand had tossed and turned in the dark for the last two hours. Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Sleepless Indulgence