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THE WINDOW WAS open a sliver. The parted curtains allowed the moonlight to seep between the stained patterns on the glass, the fresh breeze leaving a lingering, earthy scent wafting through the air. Honora yanked her sleeves down, the silk running softly over her supple skin. It left a shiver of a touch, one matching that caused by the wind. She sighed, allowing her head to fall into her hands as she tried to rub away the urge to sleep. She thought it lay clinging to her eyelashes, but she soon found it to reside hidden within her head.
She forced her eyes open, staring indignantly at the pages before her. No distractions, no stench, nothing. She leant her cheek in her palm, her elbow digging into the bench in front of her ether contraption, and before she knew it she was drifting off to a world bigger than her own. A world she ruled. A world she dreamed of. But then she was back, and how tragic that was to bear.
Just as her eyes were drooping to a close once more and the preparation room was quickly beginning to slip away, someone knocked on the rotting door frame. Honora sat back up with a start, blinking away her sudden scare. She covered her mouth to hide her yawn while looking up all at once. Jack Dawkins, in the middle of the night, was standing in the doorway with a crooked smile.
"You continue to surprise me," he said with a quiet, tiredly chuckle. "May I come in?"
Honora matched his expression. "Of course. This is your hospital, after all."
Jack scoffed as he stepped into the room, his eyes watching the open window. "A wise woman once said that the Prof, in fact, owned the hospital. But, a man can dream."
Honora hummed. "That he can," she whispered as she watched him walk over to the window, peering outside. He looked back at her.
"Should I even ask why it is you are still here?" Jack pulled out a chair and dragged it over to the bench. The eerie squeak it made as it slid against the tiled floor spoke louder than their hushed voices.
