Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in If This Isn’t My Bed, Then Whose Shirt Is This?
Alexis rolled over to a very wet nose, “uh…Frigga....” she sighed pushing the dog away. “Why are you on the bed?” Actually it wasn’t all that strange, ever once in awhile Frigga would jump on the bed at night but usually she slept on her own bed. Alexis sat up and blinked. This wasn’t her room, the orientation was wrong. She glanced down at herself, and that was not her shirt. It was Solomon’s. Kane’s…? No…she had a headache…or the remnants of one. He’d given her a strong anti-inflammatory last night. It eased the bumped and bruised parts from where she fell and the cuts and the headache from the massive panic attack. She pulled her knees up and hung her head down, arms draped around her knees. After a few moments Frigga head butt her in the side. “It’s okay girl. Let me find clothes and we’ll go for a walk.” Actually all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. But she had to get to work, it was her day off, but she needed to work. Or do something. She needed to get past the phobic attack, not think about it and focus on something else.
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The door in the other room slid open and closed. After a moment, Kane moved into the doorway. He looked at Alexis and said “How are ya feeling?”

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