gretchen watkins is the spice of life (toffer) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-07 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, gretchen watkins, trevor scabior |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Gretchen can't sleep
WHERE: Trevor's flat
WHEN: backdated to several hours after this
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Cursing, all the usual with Gretch & Trev/R?/Ongoing
Gretchen woke, abruptly and without warning, the quick movement causing a sharp spike of pain to flash through her. She let out a gasp and pushed up, out of Trevor's arms and into a sitting position. She didn't know what woke her; the flat was silent, and Trevor was still asleep, burrowed into the pillows on the other side when she'd moved.
Maybe it was a nightmare, she mused, settling back against the pillows and nudging Trevor to get him to move so she could make herself comfortable again. She didn't often have nightmares, but she also didn't often come as close to dying as she had earlier that evening.
She crossed her arms and settled back into the bed, looking around the room. Trevor's healer had left them with pain potions, but she couldn't remember where Trevor had put them when they'd gotten back, everything was blurry and hazy, the last thing she could remember clearly was writing that journal entry. She pushed up again and nudged Trevor. "Wake up," she told him.