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Dec. 9th, 2005 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhuAfter running shifts in the infirmary with Hank last night, Guppy came back to room 147 to crash for a couple of hours.
He hasn't slept well, continuously plagued by nightmares leading back to the assault. After the third he groans and looks at the clock beside his bed. It is eight in the morning, and he has slept for a pitiful and much interrupted four hours.
Under his bed, something moves.
He freezes, listening, holding his breath. Very faint sounds of breathing come from under the bed. With a mixture of astonishment and terror, he peers over the side of the bed.
There is definitely someone, or something there. It would appear to be asleep.
He gets off the bed and picks up his shoes and his coat, then goes out of the room closing the door very quietly and heads downstairs in search of help.
He hasn't slept well, continuously plagued by nightmares leading back to the assault. After the third he groans and looks at the clock beside his bed. It is eight in the morning, and he has slept for a pitiful and much interrupted four hours.
Under his bed, something moves.
He freezes, listening, holding his breath. Very faint sounds of breathing come from under the bed. With a mixture of astonishment and terror, he peers over the side of the bed.
There is definitely someone, or something there. It would appear to be asleep.
He gets off the bed and picks up his shoes and his coat, then goes out of the room closing the door very quietly and heads downstairs in search of help.
