Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log: Sleepy Brielle/Professor Charles/Captain Steve
[Brielle awoke with a start, nightmares realized and properly unraveled. She awoke with a sharp breath and eyes wide, like a slap unexpected, or a cold water dive. The bedroom was just as she'd left it, she thought. Her thoughts stumbled, panicked, trying to realize what might have caused her to stir. The drugs made it difficult, and she was glad that the lights were low because even looking directly at the timid gas lamp flame made her wince. She knew that she hadn't heard anything. Although the doctors told her that her eardrums were not permanently damaged, there was a distinct sensitivity there, and Brielle kept them budded with cotton to guard against further damage. She drew a bit of the cotton out now, as she sat up, eyelids pinching against the creeping dark near the door. A door that was, apparently, opening.]
Yes? [She asked, gentle inquiry in the voice of a bird that pondered butcher shoppe windows. Her immediate assumption was, of course, that it was a member of housekeeping or perhaps the doctor come to deliver her another shot of sleep.]