Hey everybody! So sorry this chapter took so long, and thanks for being so patient! All my readers are seriously the best and I love you all to pieces so much. Excuse any typos/errors in this one, I was really eager to get it up since I promised 2 weeks. Good news is that midterms are officially over so i can get back to my weekly updates on this! Enjoy, everybody!
Delphine took long, tired strides into the entrance of DYAD that morning- a very large coffee in hand. Her golden curls were somewhat managed into a quick twist at the base of her neck, some tendrils escaping their bind here and there. The woman's mind reeled with memories of the night, forcing her to endure the pang in her chest whenever she thought about it.
When she had awoken that morning, Delphine peeled herself out from Cosima's entanglement, leaving a quick note on the kitchen counter with a mug of tea, and bustled out the door. She didn't want to stay in her apartment, a post-warzone, any longer than she absolutely had to, she didn't want any reminders of what had went down within those walls that night.
With a yawn, Delphine swiped herself into her lab, plopping her bag and coffee down on the nearest lab table and shrugging on her lab coat.
"Morning Dr. Cormier!"
Delphine sucked in a tight breath, spinning around to find the voice and clapping her hands over her chest with a loud Wack!
"Merde!" she panted, staring down the now-embarrassed gentlemen sitting at one of her lab benches. "Scott! You scared the absolute life out of me." She scolded, strutting over to the apologizing man, reaching to shake his hand.
Scott whimpered a nervous smile, gingerly grasping Delphine's cold hands for a quick shake. "Oh. Sorry, I just came in early to finish analyzing those sequences for you." He said, whirling around on the stool to reach the papers behind him and pass them over. Delphine grabbed them eagerly, flipping through the pages with a nervous lip clamped between her teeth.
"And?" she asked.
"Nothing." He confessed, watching Delphine's shoulders drop in defeat. "I don't even know where to begin." He spoke sadly, matching Delphine's defeated expression. "What do we do now?"
Delphine dropped a hand to her hip, her eyes scanning over the results on the page. "I'm not entirely sure. Can you go through it again, just to make sure nothing was passed over?"
"Of course, yeah." He stated simply. "Hey uh, quick question. What uhm…what are these for again?"
Delphine looked at him through squinted eyes, moistening her lips. "A project, don't worry."
Scott shrugged, "Alright." He hankered, smirking as he turned on the computer monitor in front of him. "Are you alright? You look exhausted."
Delphine exhaled a laugh, sitting on the stool across from the table Scott was working on, propping her elbows on to the cool metal and letting her face fall into her palms.
"Non. I had a very long night." She confided, mumbling into her hands. Scott nodded, pursing his lips and awkwardly crossing his arms over his chest.
"You uh, you wanna talk about it?"
"Mm." She said with a shrug, tiredly pulling her body upright to look at Scott. "You remember Cosima, yes?"
"The American, that never stopped videocalling you during lab hours."
"Mhmm."
"The one who you're always talking about as if I am one of your girlfriends?" he grumbled, earning an absolutely morbid death glare from the blonde woman. Was is truly her fault that she practically threw herself into her research the last four years to occupy her mind. As time went on, Delphine saw less and less of her family and friends and more of the walls of her old lab… and Scott. She absent-mindedly adopted him as her venting pole through the years, hacking off complaints and 3 a.m. secrets while over her lab tables. Scott, he never said a word of complaint. Not growing up with many friends, he took what he could get. He laughed it off with a wave of his hand. "Yes, must say I do remember her." Scott replied, cocking his eyebrow in reminiscence.
"Well we had gotten into an argument last night and it really was just tolling." The blonde woman yawned.
"What could you possibly have an argument about that makes you come into work looking like this?!" he exclaimed, typing away at the sequencing module in front of him. "You two are only going out like, less than a month. You're in like, a fetal-stage."
Delphine let herself laugh then at the comment, a tiny giggle slipping past her lips. "Did you just call us fetuses?" she laughed as she encountered a brief mental image. "That's just it, I feel as if we've been going out forever. It doesn't feel the first two weeks of a relationship, or has it really just been that long?"
Scott cocked his head side to side, offering a feeble grin as he scratched the back of his head. "Four years… it is a long time. Have you forgotten what the first two weeks of dating feels like?" Scott joked halfheartedly.
"I must have." Delphine smiled back. "Am I doing the right thing, Scott?"
"I can't really answer that." He mumbled, typing away at the computer in front of him. "I do think things might be moving a little fast, though."
"You sound like my mother." Delphine muttered, rolling her eyes at the woman.
"Is she wrong? What do you really know about this woman?" he asked slyly behind his round glasses, continuing to fidget around on the computer.
"I, I don't know-"
"Ah-ha!" Scott scoffed, earning a smirk from the blonde across from him.
"Okay, okay. Uhm. I know her name, and kinda her family life. I know how she takes her tea in the morning. I know she's a total dork for science-"
"Like you." Scott huffed awkwardly, dodging a crumbled paper ball tossed at him by Delphine. "What else?"
"Uhm, she's adopted- an only child. Her favorite color is red and her favorite season is fall. Oh, and she's a messy one." Delphine thought, rolling her eyes at the thought.
"Listen," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "All I'm saying is, I think you might be going fast. Especially after, him, maybe you should take things slow. Have fun! You're accustomed to already being in the 'settled' down part of a relationship, you've forgotten all the fun parts."
Delphine shrugged, rolling her pen back and forth on the metal table. "I don't know, Scott. I feel rushed, but at the same time I don't. We had a very strong argument about him last night. I feel like I have to make things move forward."
"She knows about Jason?" he yelped, shooting his head up form his monitor.
"Oui. Thanks to my mother." Delphine grumbled, flipping through the same papers again.
"What happened?" he pried as politely as he could manage.
"Lets just say, there was bound to be a noise complaint sooner or later."
"Ouch." He mumbled. "You think because she's leaving soon, you want to squish a long-term relationship into two months?" Scott asked tentatively.
"Maybe, I don't know."
"I think you do know." He pointed. "I think it all just sounds overwhelming. You meet this girl on a plane, she 'gets lost' and finds her way to your place, you guys have a drunken hookup and then get breakfast, and what? The rest is history?"
"I get it, Scott. I said I don't know." Delphine grinded through her teeth. Scott, shrugged, rolling backwards in his seat to the table behind him to put back a binder before heading back to his computer screen. Delphine chest filled with anxiety butterflies for the whole conversation. With a heavy sigh, she dipped her hand into her pocket to retrieve her phone after feeling it vibrate. The butterflies multiplied by the hundreds when she saw Cosima's picture illuminate on her screen. Delphine stared, not sure if she wanted to read it or not. She wasn't prepared for another argument or questions, or anything of the sort. Chewing on her bottom lip, Delphine slowly swiped her screen.
Thanks for the tea. xo.
Delphine let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, a relieved smile curling on her lips. Close call she thought to herself. Still, her mind reeled with thoughts. She wondered why there was no morning greeting pun like she usually gets, if there was any particular reason she signed with an 'xo' since she hasn't before. Too consumed, Delphine clicked the screen off on her phone and shoved it back into her pocket.
"Right?" Scott asked, yanking Delphine from her thoughts. Her head poked up from the table to the awkward man across from her.
"Uhm, sorry. Again please?" she asked, earning a strong eye roll from Scott as he fiddled with his pen.
"All I'm saying is that, she's all cooped up in a hotel room right now while you're worrying about her here. What sense does that make?" Scott scoffed with a chuckle, feeling quite proud of himself for the point he made. Delphine averted her eyes from his gaze, sinking her canines into her already tender bottom lip.
"Well...-"
"Well what?"
"She may or may not actually be in a hotel right now."
"No, Delphine! Is she seriously at your place right now?" Scott scolded, his head shooting up from over his monitor. "She could be a thief! She could just be playing with your emotions to get what she wants."
"She wouldn't." Delphine strongly defended, grasping the desk to refrain from jumping up. Scott looked at her, bewildered by how alert she became at his accusation. "She's not that type of person. Plus, she had nowhere to go, Scott. Her hotel plans got messed up."
"Oh, how convenient of them to be messed up."
Delphine stared at Scott for a moment, contemplating whether the lump in her throat was forming out of anger or realization. She didn't want to believe Scott's rationale, as much as it made sense to the blind eye. Delphine wanted to badly to believe that she was finally making progress and moving on with somebody who would be good to her, for her.
"She was there for me, Scott." She finally said. "I was scared, on that stupid plane, and she was there for me."
"Delphine. She wasn't there for you. She was seated next to you and was being a good person." He concluded. Delphine looked up then, staring at Scott and the reflection of the monitor in his glasses. She swore she saw a flash of dreadlocks in the reflection and was up out of her seat and at his side in a moment.
"What are you doing?" she asked hotly, watching him scroll through the window in the reflection
"I googled her. Not many people named 'Cosima' from Minnesota." He chuckled sarcastically. "Looks like she's a little Einstein-ette. And really, dreads? Never pecked you for a dreadlock enthusiast."
"Shut it." She hushed, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "What else does it say?"
"Uhm, lets see- oh! Wow, she's got like, a plethora of awards and recognitions in American science competitions." Scott declared, clicking on articles. "She's even been published, holy cow."
Delphine couldn't help the smile pulling at her lips now, feeling a small swell in her heart of proudness. Of course she does. Delphine thought. "Never mind that, get off. You're supposed to be reviewing my sequence results." She said, tapping him on the shoulder. Scott nodded with a shrug, resuming his work.
"Will you at least think about taking things slower?" Scott pried once more. Delphine nodded her head, waving him off.
"How do you suppose I go about doing that, Scott?" she snapped sarcastically.
"Besides, she's going at the exact same pace as I am…"
"Is she? Look Delphine, she's like- a fetus-"
"You need a new synonym." Delphine exclaimed, coughing on the hot coffee in her mouth.
"Like, she's a baby. She's still just a college kid essentially." The poor man stumbled, trying to catch a thought as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Nevermind that, all I'm saying is that, make sure you mean as much to her as she does to you. Make sure this isn't just some cool story to tell back her friends back home. Like "So yeah like I totally met this French chick who let me crash at her place the whole two months and we like hooked up or whatever all the time-'"
Delphine playfully wacked Scott's shoulder, shutting him up. She knew Cosima, she would never do such a thing to her. She promised Delphine that she would stay, that she wouldn't hurt her. Yet, so did Jason. Delphine felt the heat rising her face as her defense began to build itself.
"What are you guys going to do once she leaves next month?" Scott piped up again. Delphine exhaled loudly and shrugged, picking up her coffee and circling back around the table.
"Your guess is as good as mine, realistically speaking." She said quietly, unmistakable pain riddling in her voice.
Scott finally took the moment to look at the woman sitting across from him. He noted her demeanor, and it's drastic change since she returned back to France. Her mind was no longer completely masked by work, she was still working overtime, but leaving earlier than usual. Scott never saw Delphine look as stressed with something that wasn't science as she did in that moment. He watched her pull out her phone and stare at it, doing nothing but waiting for an alert that wasn't going to come, he watched her strum her fingers on the cold metal top and basically think about anything that wasn't work.
"You've really fallen for her." Scott thought aloud in almost a whisper. Delphine's head shot up, catching Scott's voice. As she went to open her mouth, the telecom sounded by the door, alerting them of an incoming call. Delphine sucked her teeth and sulked over to the entrance, answering the call.
"Dr. Cormier." She said aloud tiredly, continuing to sip her coffee.
"Dr. Cormier, Dr. Leekie is en route to see you to see you now." A small voice replied. Delphine's eyes went wide as she gasped, quickly spinning to set her coffee down and bounce towards the closest mirror to smooth out her clothing.
"Merde." She muttered, chewing down on her lip just as the large metal door to her lab beeped open. The familiar man strode through with a determined gate, his eyes were tired but welcoming as he pointed a thin, lopsided smile towards Delphine, who could all but smile back as she walked over to him.
"Dr. Leekie." She welcomed, gingerly shaking the gentlemen's hand.
"Dr. Cormier, good to see you again." He replied, setting his binder down at the lab table he sat himself at. Delphine hesitated before sitting across from him, nervously strumming her fingers on her leg. She could all but worry about what he had to say, and by the looks of the binder next to him, she was pretty sure she knew. Delphine glanced at her watch; eager to throw herself onto her couch in the back corner and ignore all the work she had piled up on her desk to go through.
"Likewise." She retorted quietly, forcing a smug smile. "Anything I can assist you with today?"
The older man glanced up at her before slowly sliding the thin binder across the table in her direction. Her eyes darted back and forth between it and him, unsure of what she wanted to do. Licking her lips, she pulled it towards her, seeing the blank application neatly in a clear protector inside it.
"Dr. Leekie-" she started, before being silenced by a raised hand. She sighed, looking up at him.
"All I'm asking is for you to talk to her. I took the liberty of doing a little bit of research on Cosima, and she'd be a phenomenal asset."
Seems like everybody has been Googling my girlfriend Delphine thought smugly.
"Dr. Leekie, I can assure you that Cosima is within well intentions of returning back to the States." Delphine replied quietly, thumbing through the bonded cluster of papers. "She is here for vacation."
"Just, have her think about it. Imagine the things you could discover between the two of you in this lab, you know she is very well accredited for her age and schooling at university in the States."
"So I've been told." Delphine muttered with a laugh, reading through the qualifications listed on the application. She knew Cosima must be well qualified for the position, or else Leekie wouldn't be so adamant about her open position. Delphine never bothered to ask Cosima about her schooling in the States, it never came up in conversation. But she knew there must be an underlying cause of reason somewhere. With a sigh, Delphine craned her neck around to glance at Scott, who was staring back at her with wide eyes behind his glasses, inconspicuously pointing downwards at the table to her buzzing phone and mouthing "Cosima". Delphine shook her head quickly and spun back around to face her boss.
"Will you talk to her? Just once more- that's all I ask." The gentlemen asked as he moved in his seat. Delphine curled her lips inward and nodded, grabbing the binder from the table and tucking it under her arm. Delphine couldn't shake the thought that there was some underlying reason that her boss wanted Cosima to be working for him this adamantly. "Great! So, how is our other project going?" he peered.
"Scott was unable to find a match with the sequences you provided, but we are going over them once more." Delphine informed her boss.
"Shame." Dr. Leekie nodded shrug. "Well, we'll just have to keep moving forward. I suggest revisiting the database, maybe international, see if we can find a match there." He advised, earning a thoughtful nod from Delphine as he rose from his seat and strode out the door quickly. Delphine exhaled loudly, reaching into her hair to release the curls from their bind, giving her head a good shake to loosen them.
"She called." Scott reminded her, tapping the table her phone sat on. Delphine nearly jogged over, snatching at her phone to check it.
"Hm. No voicemail," she noted, licking her lips. "Can't be that important, then. Should I call back?"
Scott scoffed, waving a hand in the air. "Nah. Come on, we've got work to finish."
Cosima outstretched her arms in the bed to be greeted with nothing by rustled sheets, whimpering quietly at the realization. Though this was a practically normal occurrence every morning, this time it was different. After the events of that night, Cosima wanted nothing less than to wake up with an empty bed. Guilt riddled her mind and heart, creating a heaviness that even their pathetic reconciliation didn't heal. It lied heavy in her chest cavity, having to muster all her strength against it to pull herself out of bed, her feet greeted with the freezing wood floors. The whole room itself was freezing, her arms erupted in goosebumps by the time she whipped the blanket off of her.
The dreadlocked woman sauntered over to her luggage on the floor, lazily pulling out her college sweatshirt from her freshman undergrad year. She tutted her tongue at the raggedy fabric, noting it's holes and threw it back into the suitcase. Cosima did a quick lookaround in the room and noticed one of Delphine's button-down blouses tossed across her vanity, probably from getting dressed in the morning while she slept. Cosima shrugged, yanking off her tanktop and slipping into the oversized shirt, buttoning it up. Cosima laughed at herself in the mirror, the way the shirt cloaked her tiny body. She grabbed at the collar, smelling the ghost of Delphine's perfume and the way Delphine always preferred her shirts on Cosima than herself. With a sigh, Cosima grabbed her phone from the nightstand and quickly shuffled out of the room.
A smile burned across her lips when she noted the mug sitting on the counter top. She picked up the sticky note, her eyes creasing from the broadening smile.
"See you tonight. –D." Cosima read aloud, noting the scrawled smiley face in the corner. Cosima carefully picked up the mug, raising it to her mouth and slowly sipping. The small woman relished the flavor, licking her lips and smiling at how, from just watching Cosima, Delphine managed to memorize the exact way she preferred her tea. Cosima grinned to herself, pulling out her phone and staring at their last conversation, trying to formulate a proper thank you. With a sigh, she quickly typed a thank you and plopped the small phone onto the table.
Seizing from the tea's temperature, Cosima slept for a bit after Delphine's departure, with due reason. The tiny woman barely caught a wink during the night. Her mind reeling with how to start dealing with the fact the fact that Delphine confessed her love to her supposed sleeping self. Cosima tried to convince herself that she was hearing things, that her mind was playing tricks on her after their level-5 argument last night, but she knew it was all bogus. Shaking her head, Cosima sat down at the small kitchen table, folding her legs beneath her and opening her laptop, quickly going to her Skype app.
"Come on, come on." Impatient, Cosima tapped vigorously on the cursor until her call began to ring.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" an absolutely exhausted voice droned. Cosima could barely make out her friend's face in the picture with it being nearly completely dark.
"Good morning to you, Abs'." She replied cheekily, continuing to sip on her tea.
"It's 2:30 in the morning. You're lucky I love you enough to answer." She replied with a thick yawn. The young woman on the screen was clearly in bed, her face only seeable from the light of her own laptop. Cosima's heart swelled at the sight of her best friend, as frazzled and irritated as she looked. "Seriously what do you want, I have work in a few hours.
"Yeah sorry, timezones are a bitch." Cosima sighed. "Listen, remember that woman I was telling you all about?" The loud, tiresome groan omitted from her speakers was all the response Cosima needed as she watched her friend forcefully bury her face in a pillow.
"Mmm. Dolphin?"
"Delphine." Cosima scolded back, receiving an exaggerated eyeroll. "Anyway, yeah her."
"Are you still into her?" Cosima nodded her head, eyes wide as situated herself in the chair. "Dude. Who would have thought the womanizer would get womanized."
"Shut up!" Cosima laughed, smirking. "I dunno, Abs. Like, I've never felt anything that I'm feeling before with her, it's intense." Cosima watched her friend groggily move to turn on her bedside lamp, illuminating the whole room. Her face was much clearer now, and it wasn't slightly. "Abs, you look like shit." She remarked, a dangerous scowl shooting back at her.
"You're beautiful too, Cos." The other American yawned sarcastically. "But seriously. I think you're crazy. How do you know she's not some crazy psycho chick who lures girls into falling for her with her like, French charm, just to go batshit crazy and like, torture them?" she laughed tiredly, rubbing her eyes and pulling the blanket closer to her chin. Cosima stared at her silently for a moment, clearly bewildered.
"Uhm." She started, trying to gather her thoughts. "I think she would have done that already if any of that was her intentions." She chuckled. "No but she was like, married for hella long and he just up and left her. She's been alone ever since.-"
"Whoah wait. He? Cosima, has she ever dated a woman before?" Abby asked her, a shaking dreadlocked head responding. "Dude.."
"I know." Cosima longed. "What do I do?" There was no denying the confusion and fear emulating from Cosima's voice. Abby has been her go-to girl since sophomore year of high school, they've been glued together ever since on a plethora of messy adventures. There was no secret untold between the two of them. Cosima found her to be a sanctuary of sorts when things were too overwhelming, knowing that she'd always be there to talk to no matter what time it was.
"Honestly, I think you should cut it off before things get even messier. You're there to have fun, to relax! To 'find yourself' as you keep saying. Not gonna do that if you're wrapped up in this chick." Cosima sat back in the chair, exhaling loudly. Perhaps the reasonable thing to do would be to leave before things get messy, if they aren't already.
"Abs, her husband left her cold turkey, and you're suggesting I do the same? That would break her."
"Okay…so? You don't know her-"
"But I do! Do you know what happened the first time we met?" Cosima cut her off, setting her tea down and whizzing her hands about the air in front of her. "I slept. Soundly. Like, the whole night on the plane. Not one nightmare on the nights I've stood here." The American in the screen sat up quickly then, pulling the laptop into her lap and staring wide at Cosima. "I know."
"Four plus years in a dorm I had to deal with your dreams, and some French blonde gets peace and quiet. Go figure." Abby teased playfully, rubbing her eyes whilst trying to lighten the mood. Cosima smirked, a lopsided smile pulling at her lips at the comment.
"She's different, Abs. She's different and it almost makes me want to stay here."
"No way! You need to, have to come back here. So help me Niehaus, you better be on the plane next month."
"I will be, I will be." Cosima waved off, finishing the last of her tea. "But okay, I really called you because something happened last night and it's kinda really important."
The girl in the monitor squinted, fixating herself on her bed and mentally preparing herself for what she might here. Cosima took in a deep breath, exhaling loudly while trying to wrap her mind around the right words.
"Delphine may or may not have told me she loved me." Cosima confessed. She felt childish as her face reddened, almost like they were gossiping in high school again. Abby blinked back at the screen, licking her lips at a feeble attempt to speak.
"Uhm…"
"Yeah. I think she assumed I was like, sleeping or whatever. We got into like, a huge fight-"
"Aww, lover's quarrel." Abby teased.
"Shut up!" Cosima laughed. "Anyway. Huge fight or whatever, and then we like- made up and stuff and I think mutually decided to try and sleep it all off. But I heard her. Clearly."
"Dude…" Cosima never saw Abby at a loss for words as much as she did tonight, taking into consideration the time difference. "Seriously like, what the fuck. I don't know what kind of fight you got into to make her say that."
Cosima dug her fingers into her dreads, nodding quickly. "I know! Do you think because like… Okay so when the husband left, she didn't date anybody for like four years until we met. So could she just be like, jumping the bandwagon? Does she miss love that much that she'll take it to whoever shows her?"
Abby thought for a moment, but then her eyes grew wide as she practically shook her screen. "Showed her? Showed her love?! Cos, what the hell are you two doing over there?! You have to just set her straight and make it clear that you're just having a good time and that you don't love her. That's insane. You need to go back to staying in your hotel like a normal tourist and be done with it." It was Cosima who then turned away from the screen, dropping her head to the side and looking out the window. Abby was right, she had to be right. Cosima couldn't possibly love Delphine. They just met. She's just having fun. Simple. She's on vacation.
"See now, the hotel may or may not have messed up my booking plans. So I may or may not be staying with Delphine-"
Cosima was cut off by a loud, throaty groan from her speakers. "You're literally killing me, Niehaus!" Abby retorted. "I just want you to know that I think you're absolutely insane and going to get yourself killed." She bantered on. Cosima felt angry tears stinging her eyes and she fiercely blinked them back, staring upwards towards the light fixture. "God, next thing you're going to tell me is that you love her, too."
"Don't be a bitch." Cosima laughed shakily, a meek attempt to disguise her hurt.
"Listen, I need to try to sleep. Work is going to be more terrible than usual if I don't at least get in five hours. Just be careful over there okay?"
"Yeah, you got it." Cosima nodded quickly, hearing her voice shake. She couldn't restrain herself any longer, quickly slamming her laptop closed and releasing the quiet cry that she kept buried in her throat. "Shit." She cursed to herself, swiping at her eyes from under her glasses. She couldn't love her. What was there to love yet, she didn't know her. Cosima pounced up from the chair, pacing back and forth, trying to steady her increasing heartbeat. She looked around, eager to do something- anything, then remembered how her mother always baked when she was overwhelmed. Cosima nodded her head to herself, feverishly whipping open cabinets for baking pans of any sort- none to be found within her reach.
"Shit." She muttered, staring at the top cabinets that were far out of her reach. Just above them were baking pans sitting atop the fixture. "Who the hell keeps their stuff up there!" she grumbled aloud. Cosima rolled her eyes then, remembering the height difference between her and Delphine. With a loud sigh, Cosima hoisted herself upwards onto the counter on her knees, outstretching her arms to reach the corner of the baking pan before-
Crash!
If Cosima thought her morning couldn't possibly get worse, she was wrong. She sat there on the floor up against the bottom cabinets whilst she cradled her aching head, pans and pots surrounding her from the fall. Cosima, mentally kicked herself, failing to think about whether or not things might have been piled atop each other beyond her sight. Her back ached from the fall as she was certain she scraped it along the counter. Her head throbbed most of all, getting the most damage from the falling cookware. Cosima winced, hissing a breath as she attempted to apply pressure to it. She jerked her hand away, only to see that her fingers were dabbed in an all to familiar crimson.
"Shit!" Cosima cursed painfully. As careful as she could, Cosima reached up behind her, a slew of quiet curses omitting from her mouth at the pain, and grabbed her phone from the counter, dialing Delphine's number as quickly as possible. She could barely move a muscle, her whole body in a dull pain from the tumble. "Come on, come on. " she muttered anxiously. She tried once more to hoist herself up, but her all time low tolerance for pain kept her quite grounded on the floor. A series of beeps and then nothing prompted her to look at her phone, just to see a black screen. It didn't cross Cosima's mind to put her phone on the charger that night, with everything that had gone on. "God damn it." She cried quietly, supporting her head as best she could with her free hand. "You have got to be kidding me."