Unbeta'd. Well, folks - we're on the home stretch. I have three more of these and then it's over... for now. Don't miss it too much, will ya? Thank you for sticking with me through this, for not laughing at my atrocious writing from three years ago, and for the constant ego boosts. I love you all.
xii. strength
The tail end of a double-shift was never Stella's favourite time of day. The sun was beginning to rise again, just as it had when she arrived at the lab yesterday, considerably brighter and much more awake. She dropped unceremoniously into the chair behind her desk and watched the day shift technicians walk past her open office door, ready for work.
Stella opened her eyes with a sigh. On her desk, atop a pile of unfinished paperwork, sat chocolate in an orange and brown wrapper. The attached note, in Mac's barely legible scrawl, read "Keep up your strength."
Stella smiled.
