TCW FebuWhump Prompts

You Can't Always Help Yourself

Day 19 prompt: sleep deprivation
Time to take a break from hurting Ahsoka and OCs

Rex's eyes groggily blinked open as he lifted his head, looking at his surroundings. This was the third night he had stayed in his office, working on documents, new transfers, and shipping orders nonstop. The cup of coffee sitting on his desk rested coldly, having sat there for the whole night. He slowly got up, his vision a little dizzy, but he brushed it away, causing his hand to come in contact with the mug, knocking it onto the floor. It shattered, the coffee making a puddle and he sighed frustratedly.

"Great way to start my morning."

He crouched down, picking up the glass shards, and immediately, his hand was nicked, a sharp pain tingling as a small drop of blood expanded against his skin.

"For the love of-"

He kicked away the cup pieces and cursed as he made his way to the washroom, turning on the water faucet. He grabbed a few rolls of paper towel and went back to his desk to wipe the floor with his foot, but he slipped, falling on his back, a throbbing pain vibrating through his tailbone.

Now he was pissed.

He growled as he sat up, aggressively rolling up the wet towel in his hand and throwing it in his bin under his desk much harder than necessary.

He looked at the workload on his desk, the flimsi piles much less than he saw yesterday.

He wasn't done with it. He still had to continue until it was all finished.

He stumbled out the door, immediately regaining balance. His mood was dampened, and his frown forced shinies to stay silent and walk quietly instead of wave excitedly.

Rex wasn't usually like this. The amount of work was the problem (no it wasn't; it was the nightmares, but he wasn't going to admit it). At least, he thought, at least he used his time wisely. He was completing everything much faster, tuning out to his thoughts. If an unwanted idea came into his head, he would just focus on the task at hand and it would fade away. It was alright. Everything was perfectly fine. 

He took a sharp turn and something slammed into his chest, the breath heaving out of his lungs as he tripped back a few steps. A trooper backed away, his widened eyes looking at him in fright. 

"Sorry, sir!"

He just gave a curt nod, continuing on his way. His brows furrowed as he halted in his footsteps. Where was he going again? He racked his brain, trying to remember, but nothing came up. He yawned for what seemed like the eighth time that day, and he only woke up thirty minutes ago.

He turned around in a circle, and shook his head, walking in the direction that seemed to lead to the mess hall.

"Rex!"

He recognized her voice and turned his head to see her running up beside him. She took one look at him and her eyebrow markings furrowed.

"Rexster? You okay? You don't look too good."

He scrunched his nose in irritation. He gave a low sound of affirmation, his focus on walking in a straight line.

"Are you su-"

"Yes commander," he interrupted, rubbing a hand over his face. her eyes widened in surprise. Rex was usually much more patient, never showing his annoyance.

It was silent as they walked side by side. She then attempted to start another conversation, but he didn't answer her questions, just nodding. She continued her jabber, and Rex's fist clenched in exasperation. He just wanted some peace and quiet, but it was interrupted. He wasn't in the mood for this.