Late nights weren’t usually Bea’s favorite time to be up and awake, but given everything that had gone on in the past couple days, she wasn’t surprised by the insomnia. She kept getting the feeling like her brain was going in circles around what to do about the Bedford group, then there was the adjustment of having Ty around. The only pleasant thing to have happened to her lately.
It didn’t help that her fucking stitches were itchy, and she’d been told under no circumstances was she allowed to scratch at them. The ones on her arm didn’t matter, but she’d rather not scar up her face, vain as it was.
She couldn’t even go for a run around the compound like she usually would. The weather had been terrible, even given that it was the middle of winter. Cold and wet, and not ideal for running outside. A shame, since it would have been nice to be able to get Ada out to stretch her legs too.
There was a beat up treadmill in the gym, Bea had been in there enough to know it was there as a weak substitute for real terrain. She had even used it once or twice before.
What she wasn’t expecting was the gym to already have an occupant. She knew there were some people in the compound who were night owls, so she probably should have. It didn’t really matter, she could run just as easy with someone else around as she could on her own.
Closing the door behind her, she glanced at the woman, throwing out a cursory, “Do you mind?” and waving an arm in the direction of the treadmill. Hell, she would probably still use it anyways, even the woman said she did mind. Bea needed to do something to get her mind off everything.