In The Morning, I'll Wish I'd Kept My Clothes On
It was the rolling nausea that finally woke her. Reluctant to leave the dreams of a deep sleep she swallowed against the dryness of her tongue and tried to relax her aching muscles. Unconsciousness was defiantly the best place to be.
Only then there was the sound of sharp, hurried footsteps and urgent voices hurrying passed that somehow seemed to be so very close and yet far away. It was enough to startle Sahira from her pleasant daze and into a disorientated panic, as she realised she had no idea where she was or what had happened the night before that could have lead to her waking in a strange place.
She tried to roll over and rub her temple against the tight aching that she was only beginning to realise was making her head feel taunt and fragile. Only there was something weighing her down, something tangled over her thigh and waist, something warm.
"What the fu…" Sahira groaned, only for her voice to come out as a painful low whisper, her tongue felt too big and clumsy in her mouth. Her eyes finally shot opened, blinking rapidly against the blurry crusted eye gunk that glued her eyelashes together and the sudden brightness. Suddenly she felt very naked, in a literal and metaphorical sense.
She was in one of Holby's on call rooms that much she understood quickly. Only it was not one she recognised spending time so she knew she was not on Darwin. Even if every room pretty much looked the same she could identify a room she had spent so many sleepless nights staring at the walls. And she defiantly had not been on call the night before, she was sure about that. Besides she currently felt more than a little hangover and she would never drink during a shift, not since the first time she tried it anyway.
And yet that was not even the worst of a very bad and confusing start to the day. That came when she realised the thing trapping her was another person. Someone so close that they managed to be wrapped around Sahira in a tangle of limbs. Someone who's long and even breaths could be felt against her cheek.
It was all very, very wrong especially when she finally focused on the tangled waterfall long red hair, which laid spread like fire against the white of the pillow. It all could only mean one thing, one person but it was such a shock Sahira could not quite bring herself to comprehend it.
'It can't be,' she told herself over and over again as she squinted at the form next to her 'I've finally lost the plot. This can't be real, it's impossible.' Trying to remain as quiet and as still as possible she quickly ran through possible explanations; She was still asleep and still dreaming (or having a nightmare more like), the pressure of the job had finally caused a mental breakdown or she had been drugged.
It was all too crazy and she needed to get far, far away. It might take a small miracle to untangle her limbs without waking the other person but luckily they seemed to be an uncharacteristically deep sleeper who, had not stirred in the slightest. If she got away before anyone found them like this she could simply bleach her brain and pretend this had never happened. Not that she could remember what had happened but it was more than likely to be oh so very bad. It usually always was.
As if by karma or some kind of twisted anti luck her phone started to vibrate against the bedside table where she had apparently left it. The sound low and amplified against the battered wood as it moved erratically before falling to the floor.
Automatically Sahira jerked to catch the phone, almost missing the tired feline like green eyes now open and watching her…