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Thankfully she falls asleep in the ambulance, and shortly after, we arrive at the hospital. They take us to a room and confirm that she is fine and that June can stay the night. A plush chair is next to the bed and exhausted, I plop down in it. Almost immeadatly after I sit down, I am asleep. All night I drift in and out of nightmares about Day dying at the republic's hands, the Congress creating something more terrible than he plagues and the trials to release on the Republic people, June with another man (combinations of all three) and things of that nature.
In the early morning hours, I jolt awake to find myself covered in a cold sweat from my nightmares. The small digital alarm clock on the bedside table reads 4:15 AM, meaning I got almost 5 whole hours of sleep! That's really a contrast to what I usually get, generally, I get a maximum of 3 and a half hours. That's on a good day too. All this Glorious Elector Primo stuff is really getting to me. Between trying to settle the citizens on the verge of revolt, dissuading Congress on continuing the trials and the plagues, choosing a new princeps, and coping with my fathers death, I am thoroughly overwhelmed.
"Beep, beep, beep" I tiredly open my cell phone that is lying nearby and get out a tired "hello?" A friendly female voice answers me with a chirpy, "Good morning Glorious Elector Primo! Did you sleep alright?" Who the hell is this and why is she calling me at 4:00 in the morning? From so many years in PR training, it is ingrained in my very soul to be polite, so I just reply "Yes I slept very well, thank you for asking. Whom is it that I have the pleasure of speaking to this morning?" The voice replies, "This is your new assistant of course! I will be assisting you with trivial things such as typing things up and filing paperwork and much more important things such as keeping you on your schedule. While we are on the subject, I understand that you usually come into the office at about 4:00, am I correct?" I forgot all about work! I quickly reply "Oh yes, so sorry, I overslept a bit this morning. I'm coming now"
As much as I hate leaving June, you can't exactly take a break from leading a country on the brink of turmoil. I jot a quick note down on a scrap of paper I found in my pocket explaining I will come to her apartment as soon as I can but I had to go to work. I begin to walk out but then I turn go quickly back to the bed and give June a quick peck on the forehead before hurrying out.