I toss and turn like the sea Who: Treat and Tanith When: Evening Where: U of M Hospital
Tanith had worked a long and particularly grueling night shift. Twelve straight hours of torture meant Tanith was exhausted, but she'd made an obscene amount of money. When her last client left just shortly after nine, Tanith took a shower, redressed, and got ready to head over to Treat's house to take care of his cats. The little voice in her head told her she needed to stop this nonsense, but she hadn't. She hadn't known what else to do, but she knew those damn cats meant a lot to Treat, so she'd stuck around. Eventually she'd probably hear from someone in his family and she'd go back to her old life. Easy. The idea didn't bother her at all. Really.
Tanith grabbed her bag and keys and headed through the brothel. She passed one of the lounges and noticed a group of whores and clients both gathered together around a television, chattering excitedly. That was when Tanith found out that the barrier had come down. The people inside were alive, and they'd all been taken to the hospital. Tanith had gone straight there, cursing herself the whole way. She wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was going, and again, she kept telling herself she needed to just disappear. She didn't. She saw it through. She even got quite irritated with some bitchy nurse who wouldn't let her in to see him because she wasn't family. It had taken the better course of two hours, but Tanith had at least managed to get information out of them - what building, what wing, what floor. So she went there, found a bench in the hall, and planted herself there. Anyone who asked if she had the clearance to be there got glared at until they gave up. After a couple hours, people stopped challenging her.
Two hours, four hours, six hours... What the hell am I doing here? she thought again. Eztli's never going to let me live this down. At least she hadn't brought him with her. He only would have annoyed her with his insisting this meant something stupid, like she was attached to Treat or something equally ridiculous. When the clock hit 7, Tanith had been up for well over twenty four hours. Fantastic. I can blame sleep deprivation for this temporary insanity. Yeah. She'd go with that.