InsaneJournal

Lexie had managed a restless evening. It wasn't because of her own issues. No, she'd had an easy day outside of cryptic note from Andy telling her that she had to 'run.' She had run. She ran from that damned 'party' to the gym. She'd holed up in her cubby and she'd stalked the journals, watching for any sign of why she was supposed to have been running away. Nothing happened. 

Then Dean had come in, he was shaken and that scared her. He'd spouted off and said things that didn't <i>fit.</i> That scared her more. She'd stayed, though. She'd stayed and waited and comforted. She welcomed him into her arms and just held on. It was all she could do for a guy who didn't seem to want to say more than the word 'surgeries.' She didn't know what else she could do. 

Then, there'd been Dean's nightmares. The way he jumped scared her every time. The way he'd wrap himself against her anew each time like she was a security blanket wasn't a foreign concept, it was just unexpected. None of it, though, lead to any rest. None of it let her sleep. All of it drained her. That exhaustion could be seen completely on Lexie's face. Dark circles under her eyes and a slight townturn of her lips. She wasn't sad or angry about it; she just needed to get some rest. 

Though, she's worked through being tired before; so, she set herself up at the table in the clinic and played solitaire. She'd wait and see if anyone was going to come in for clinic hours. She'd wait until the shadows started to reach past the row of cots. Then, she'd go back into her closet and try to take a nap; that's what she'd do. Because she wasn't going to open the neatly addressed envelope she'd woke up with in her hand this morning. She knew the handwriting. She knew what it could, and probably would say. Still, the envelope sat on the table like a ghost, taunting her.