Dylan Hayes (dylan_hayes) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-05-08 02:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, jared chase |
I've got a great ambition to die of exhaustion...
Enough was enough. As soon as work had slowed down enough to let her sleep her body seemed to have forgotten how to do it. Sleep? What's that? Unless she pushed herself to exhaustion she just lay there, tossing and turning, and she was really starting to hate the the way the ceiling looked in the moonlight.
When she finally did sleep, she was often waking up with nightmares of the building collapsing around her, or of being at a memorial for Alex. It didn't matter that he was fine, her brain didn't seem to have got the message. She didn't feel particularly traumatized when she was awake, but there was obviously some feelings that had been buried under work that had decided to find their way out through her subconscious. Maybe if she could get some proper sleep she could start dealing with all of it.
So, having already been awake far too long this morning, Dylan made her way to the medical floor to find a doctor. She was giving in.