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Trigger Warnings: Intense moments, some trauma, cursing
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"Bonnie," Hannah groans with her voice partially muffled by the pillow, "Fika's kicking me." I blink myself awake and roll over, blindly searching for Fika with my right hand to try and wake him up.
As soon as I breathe in, I smell the distinct scent of an early-morning Carter House breakfast. Pancakes, eggs done everyone's favorite way, and so much more. Those scents are embedded in my mind, and as they rise to the surface, they bring back several memories of accidentally falling asleep here while Javi, Kate, Addy, and Praveen were studying. The memories hurt like hell, but they taste like syrup and apple juice.
"Ow," Hannah mumbles as Fika jerks again, a soft whimper coming from the sleeping Aussie somewhere in the darkness of the guest bedroom.
"Fika," I say softly, sitting up slowly as I feel around the bed. "Where the hell is he?"
"Kicking me," Hannah mutters, likely still half asleep. He jolts again and I push the blanket off of me, reaching almost all the way down the mattress with no luck in finding either one of the dogs.
Annoyed, I decide to take another approach.
One short whistle is all it takes to send both dogs leaping off the bed and scattering across the floor as they struggle to get their feet under themselves. They never bark— they've been trained not to bark when not on duty, unless they're working on the farm—, but they do cause quite the scene— even in the dark.
"I'm gonna get dressed and go take them out, okay?" I tell Hannah, and she hums in content. Again, she's probably not hearing any of this, considering she hasn't given me a fully logical answer since I started speaking.
Shuffling around in the dark room, I make my way to my bag and manage to pull out my last set of clean clothes. It's just a black tee shirt and beige cargo pants, but it'll work. Obviously, I can't see them right now, but I remember packing them and I know I haven't worn them yet.
If this outbreak is supposed to last for another couple days— I can't remember when it was predicted to end—, I'll probably wash my clothes here. Ms. Cathy won't mind.
As soon as I'm dressed, I pull my hair back into a ponytail, using my fingers to brush out the worst knots, and then I go to find the harnesses. After some trial and error, I clip the harnesses on and get the leashes attached. By the time Hannah is shifting around in the bed, I've got the door open, and the boys are fighting to get past one another.
They charge down the hall, dragging me behind them. We pass by the living room on our way to the kitchen, and I catch a glimpse of Tyler's living space, which consists of two blankets and a pillow on the couch with a single travel bag laying open on the coffee table. Oddly enough, it does not currently consist of Tyler himself. The blinds and curtains are all open, and the house is brimming with sunlight as the morning sets in.
"Good mornin', Bonnie," Cathy says as I pass her in the kitchen. "Good to see you awake."
"Mornin' Miss Cathy," I reply, heading for the back door. "Smells good in here."
"It'll be ready in fifteen," she tells me as I open the door.
"I'll look forward to it," I add just before shutting it behind me. The dogs hurry to the edge of the back porch and I unclip their leashes and give them the command to go. I thread the leashes through the belt loops in my cargo pants, knowing they won't need them until we go to leave. I really only put the leashes on when we're outside motels or when we first wake up in the mornings because they always have a lot of energy and I definitely do not.
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