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The clock on the wall says enough for her to know she needs to sleep. She's honestly tired for once.
Tired of a lot...
Tired of sleeping alone, though she spent so much of her time like that at home. 
 
Tired of hospital stays, this time wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know some crazy child would stab her? 
 
Tired of the aches, Tired...
 
Tired of being tired.

What's there to do to fix it? Run some more? Yeah that helps. Being here....being here is just too much free time. Even dealing with the Akuma has lost it's appeal. She pulls the shirt closer to herself. One of Elliot's. A reminder, An indulgence.   An indulgence in a fantasy she knows can't happen regardless of how much she wishes...or vehemently deny s, otherwise.
 
'Weak-willed and self-centered that's what you are Allen Walker.' 
 
She still can't sleep. The pills given to her by the clinic don't do anything but she knew it wouldn't.  They never helped at home. 
 
"Tim?" The golden ball is sleeping curled up next to her like always. Despite a few disappearing acts Tim rarely leaves her alone. She half hopes he won't wake up.  (She needs to put this behind her, to focus on her job. Her promise to protect...regardless of her own whim or wills. ) 
 
But this is Tim and it takes no time for him to crawl up beside the pillow. She presses the fabric to her face not looking at the longest lasting friend she's ever had. "Play it for me again?"  

Just once more and she'll....put it behind her again. 

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