#you could be sitting there mildly overdosing during your exam

[myaekingheart]

If any of you are ever approaching finals week and are feeling panicked, just reassure yourself that there is a very small margin of "worse" you could reach when taking your test compared to what happened to me tonight.

Alright, so I had this history final tonight and let's just say shit went real sour real fast. I had class at 5:30pm and I knew it was going to be a really long night from the get-go because we had to get through half of the class's project presentations, whoever didn't present on Monday when we were supposed to go but ran out of time, plus four group presentations and then the final exam. Because my jaw's been bugging me a lot in the past week, I decided to take some ibuprofen in hopes that it'll dull some of the pain and I'd actually be able to enjoy dinner tonight before class. It's my mom's 50th birthday so she decided she wanted Philly cheesesteaks for dinner which is great 'cause they're one of my favorite meals. So anyway, I took two ibuprofen tablets, had some dinner, and then finished getting ready and headed off to class. We took care of the group presentations first, and my group went second which was great. It meant we wouldn't have to sit around waiting for very long. We got it done, it went well, we did a really good job, whatever. It wasn't until after the fact that I felt it: my anxiety was starting to hype up. I tried sitting through the rest of the group presentations and the individual presentations afterward but my panic was escalating rapidly and I started feeling really funky. My heart rate was rising and my hands were cold and clammy and my stomach was churning, I kept feeling like I was going to throw up. I was dizzy, the room felt like it was spinning. I kept trying to tell myself I had nothing to worry about, that I had already done my group presentation (I did my individual presentation Monday night), all I had left to do was the test and I was prepared so it shouldn't be a massive deal. I had nothing to worry about. And yet my anxiety kept hyping up. I ended up leaving the room three times in a row: once to go the bathroom and try to regroup, another time to get some fresh air, and yet another almost immediately after, making it look like I was pretending to get a phone call so it would give off the illusion that I had an excuse for slipping out a third time and then I proceeded to call my boyfriend in hopes of gaining some reassurance through a quick pep talk. He told me just to take deep breaths and focus on what I needed to get done tonight and nothing else, which I tried really hard to do but even afterward when I went back inside that small auditorium, I still couldn't get a grip on myself. I ended up going up to my teacher at the end of whoever was presenting's presentation and telling her "I don't know if I can make it through the rest of the class, I feel really sick. I want to try and stick it out but if I can't, would there be any way I can make up the final exam?" to which she said I'd have to go visit the testing center to see if I could reschedule a make-up final. I told her I'd try to stick it out and she said okay. So I went back to my seat and struggled through the next person's presentation but I was obviously struggling, hyperventilating and visibly shaking. After that person went, my teacher called me out into the hallway and basically told me to just go home, that she'd find someone to proctor my make-up at some point in the next week. I thought that was really generous of her and I was grateful she was willing to work with me around this unexpected and massive panic attack but on the other hand, I felt horrible knowing I'd have to make the damn thing up. I'm moving clear across the state bright and early Friday morning so my schedule is insanely tight and having to make up the exam just further complicated things. And I was also mad at myself. I was angry I didn't have the strength to stick it out and get it over with. I called my mom once I left the auditorium and told her what happened, on the verge of tears both in anger at myself and fear that my dad would be mad at me for skipping out like that. She said my dad was on his way down to campus to pick me up and she agreed to stay on the phone with me until she got there. I didn't hang up until I was out at the front of the campus and saw my dad's car parked in the parking lot and my dad himself walking up the walkway towards me. I thought he was there to just pick me up and take me home but nope, he said he wanted to sit down and talk with me a bit to see if we could get me to calm down so I could go back in and take the test tonight. I was a little pissed he was so stuck on me doing the thing tonight-- I mean, obviously I was very shaken up and my teacher already told me to just go home, that we'd reschedule for me to make up the exam, whatever, but i wasn't exactly in a state to argue so I sighed and obliged. My dad and I sat on campus and talked a little bit during which I realized that even if I didn't have much strength to walk back in that classroom and tell my teacher I wanted to try and get through the test, I didn't have much of a choice. I didn't have time to reschedule. Making up the test would be cutting things far too close and I knew that. That was part of the reason why I felt so angry with myself for getting dismissed and essentially giving up in the first place, because I knew we were running on a tight schedule here and I felt like I was ruining everything, setting us back, whatever. So with this realization fueling me, I basically stood up and grabbed my bag and told my dad "Come on, I'm gonna go back in there." I did have to stop a couple times just to kind of take a breather and swallow back massive waves of nausea but I did what I had to do. I walked in there and went right up to my teacher and told her, "I think I want to try and take the test. I don't think I have time to make it up. I've had a lot on my plate and I'm moving to the other end of the state on Friday morning so I don't have time to make it up." You'd think from here everything would be super easy, smooth sailing, right? Nope. Turns out she said she ran out of tests so she had to think of a different way for me to take the test. What ended up happening was she projected the word document of the test onto the projector in the auditorium and had me sit at this table in front of it and basically do the whole thing on notebook paper which was...interesting, to say the least. I pretty much almost threw up three times during the entire duration of the test. My hand was shaking uncontrollably to the point where you might guess I was a Parkinson's patient just by my scratchy handwriting. My other hand was gripping the edge of the table the entire time as if I was gonna fall off the edge of the earth if I didn't white knuckle it. My entire body was still shaking so hardcore that it looked like I was having a seizure or was in the midst of my own personal little earthquake. It was terrible. But I had studied for this exam and was so ready to get it over with. My teacher didn't post the final exam review until a few hours before class was supposed to start so I spent a good portion of the afternoon basically cramming, meaning all the information was still fresh in my brain, I just needed to dump it all out onto the page (without dumping my dinner out with it). So that's what I did. I barely even read all the questions out before knowing the answers right off the bat and just jotting them down. Doing the test on notebook paper made things a bit tougher, especially with handwriting as horrible as mine was tonight, but it wasn't until I was a little more than halfway through the test that a girl came up to hand in her test only to discover that the missing exam was stuck between the pages of her own so I was able to pick up where I left off on the notebook paper on the actual test. I got the whole thing done in about ten minutes which was miraculous since I was shaking the entire room and holding back from vomiting the entire time but I got it done and that's all that matters. I apologized to my teacher for how awful my handwriting was and she told me it was fine and told me she hoped I'd feel better. My dad was waiting outside for me when I came out, surprised I had actually taken the test because of how quickly I was in and out. I almost broke down in tears once I got out and he gave me a big hug and told me he was proud of me, that he knew I'd get it done, then carried my bag for me as we walked back to the car. It wasn't until I got home that I realized one of the big culprits behind why I had spiralled into such an intense and overwhelming panic attack, though: it turns out the medicine I took earlier wasn't ibuprofen. It was acetominophen and the two big tablets I gulped down before dinner had a combined caffeine content of 130mg. For someone who never consumes caffeine, has a lower-than-normal BMI/weight, and has IBS on top of that, no wonder I was fucked up. I was accidentally high. I may have even faced a slight caffeine overdose, who the fuck knows? Either way, all I know is that despite all of that, I still took the test and am pretty sure I aced it (or at least god, I hope I did. It'd be funny if I got a perfect score or something but we'll see what happens.) If nothing else, at least my drive can be considered admirable. Took an entire final exam while high off my ass and shaking like there's no tomorrow. God fucking dammit.

[flatstarcarcosa]

sorry but thinking about how zaeed and i always gloss over the whole 'he locked me in his bathroom for an improv detox' thing with everyone and how it's always fucking funny, from our POV, but always for a new reason bc different people ALWAYS react differently depending on how they view literally everything about the entire situation.

but also consider:

doctor chakwas

when he comes back that one day after a mission on the normandy and finds that i've slid into detox because my implant is overdue for replacement. i'm literally sitting in the shower in my underwear because i kept getting hot flashes and not knowing why, among all the other shit that comes with it, and eventually just got as far as halfway naked for a shower before i just ran out of energy and shit.

i'm not doing great, and it's not UNTIL he thinks 'reese is having detox symptoms in a bathroom again this is familiar' that he realizes that oh, that's what that fucking intermittent beeping on his equipment has been the past few days. it was the goddamn reminder from the implant that it was coming due.

he fucking configured it because he knows i always forget and usually the alarm reminds him, but with shepard picking him to go in the field he just, for the first time EVER, missed it.

like, i'm very much sick because all but a couple of my regular, non-junkie type meds are still ones you can get dependent on. a lot of anti depressants can cause HORRIBLE withdrawal/detox if you're removed suddenly without a taper.

so he just scoops me up in a couple towels and takes me over to chakwas all fucking soggy and shit, and she too wonders why if i'd already been feeling so fucking shitty for a couple days, i didn't come see her, and by this point zaeed's just taken over answering for me, and he comments about how i dislike doctors intensely, to put it mildly.

chakwas isn't able to replace my implant, it's a legal device that was acquired illegally and as such the normandy doesn't have the tools to replace it since no one on the expected crew list has anything similar. she does, however, have most of the meds it regulates, and is able to give me a few extra things to help with the additional symptoms until the next time we can dock and actually fix my implant.

zaeed elects to let me sleep it off in the med bay, and comments later when he comes back after getting himself a shower and some food that well hey, it's not like it's the first time i've detoxed in a bathroom.

"what in god's name does that mean?" chakwas asks.

"most of those meds that implant shits out is either managing their incurable insanity or their addictive tendencies," he says. he tells her how, a few days after we met, i ruined the mood by suddenly spouting "ah fuck i'm ODing again" mid sentence before i dropped to the floor.

"they're goddamn lucky i'm good at math and put again together with them croaking out 'bag'," he adds. after all, if anything useful came out of my time with Rust it was to always have an emergency OD kit on hand.

it was in with the rest of my crap, and it was while digging through my shit to find it that zaeed also found just how many different fucking drugs i had on me.

"that is lucky," chakwas agrees. "those kinds of things can keep someone alive until they get to the hospital, and have for centuries."

"right," says zaeed, crossing his arms. "i...didn't do that."

"...what did you do?"

"packed up their shit to toss them out, then sat and thought about it for a bit, then i tossed them and their shit in my bloody bathroom and dried 'em out."

chakwas says nothing, and blinks at him.

"you did what?!"

"it worked out, didn't it?"

"you could have killed them! do you know how it easy it is to kill someone by withdrawing them improperly?!"

"i know the first three days had me wishing it was a lot easier!"

"good god, massani!"

after that, karin kicks him out of the med bay and refuses to let him back in until i'm awake. she gets that it was...an unusual situation, she can allow him that, and it's not that she suddenly doesn't trust him around me or in general but, still.

it was a horrible twisting of 'medical care', and if he knew enough to get me through the initial overdose and get me stable, he damn sure knew enough to also get me proper care after. if he wanted or decided on a whim to be responsible for me, he should have done it all the way and done it correctly.

as a doctor, and as me temporarily under her care as her patient, she just doesn't want to hear anything else, or any other excuses, about it.

she also takes the time to double check the readings from my implant and the medications and dosages, just in case. it's not as if either of us gave her a full medical history, but the implant has enough information for educated guessing and a second look.

she does not, however, foresee the way i panic when i wake up 18 hours later and find myself alone in the med bay without zaeed, and he can't resist a smug "i goddamn told you so" when she has to concede and let him back in before i'll allow anything else to be done.

"my best guess, you were about 30 seconds away from seeing what i meant about them clawing at the door," he adds.

"my opinion isn't changing," chakwas says sternly. "you're a smart enough man to have known better."

i roll my eyes.

"you told her about my bathroom sabbatical when we met, didn't you?"

"what? she asked!"

"and i simply told him he could get the hell out of my med bay," she says, crossing her arms.

"you realize that's been like...8 years ago now, right?" i ask. "seems like a weird hill to die on, doc."

"it's a perfectly normal hill, from my perspective," she says. "i understand neither of you are bothered and it seems fine, but the kind of damage that can be done during an improper detox, even if it isn't fatal, can still be immense. for all we know the medications you need now can be as a result of complications from that that are just getting misdiagnosed as your previously untreated mental illness."

zaeed and i do swap a glance, and we each do file that away, somewhere. mentally. for later.

if we both have one.

shepard's mission isn't done, which mean zaeed's contract isn't done, and there was no guarantee he'd be around to spend those credits cerberus paid him.

"naaaaaaaaaaaah," i say instead, "i was always fucking crazy. sane people don't end up junkies, doc."

"that's not how addiction works," chakwas starts to say-

"i've never met a sane addict in my life," i say, hopping off the exam table. "and i bet i've known more addicts in person than you have in theory, doc."

i stress the word, bat my eyelashes, and give her a grin that clearly says we're dropping this now and i'm trying to be polite. she catches the message, clears her throat.

"regardless, thank you," i add. "i finessed this implant back on illium ages ago because it makes it easier for my meds, but i can lose track of when it's coming due for replacement. i normally have pill forms of all those meds on me for when i forget, but with this mission coming up so fast, they got overlooked."

"you're welcome," says chakwas. "and please, as long as you're both still part of this crew, if you're feeling unwell just come by. it's why i'm here."

"don't mind if i don't," i drawl in a sing-songy tone. the med bay door beeps open, and the smell of stew coming from the kitchen draws me over. zaeed pauses at the door, considers something for a moment and then sighs, turning back towards her.

"it's nothing personal, you know," he says. karin turns in her chair.

"you think i'm so thin skinned i take it personally whenever someone doesn't like doctors?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"i think any good doctor would take it personally if someone feels safer with me giving them medical care," he says. her eyebrow lowers, and her face softens for a moment. "and you are. a good doctor, that is."

the door beeps shut behind him, and she watches through the window as he yells across the crew deck. chef gardner says something in response, and whatever exchange the two men have causes me to begin scooping as much beef stew into my mouth as i can before zaeed can reach me and pry the bowl out of my hands.

doctor chakwas remembers then that chef gardner makes his beef stew with a special wheat flour and beef bullion powder combination as flavoring and thickener, and she says nothing 6 hours later when i slink back into the med bay and ask for something for gas and nausea relief.

[5hfanfiction]

Our Month - Chapter 26

It was rather cold, partly rainy and pretty dark outside so the weather perfectly reflected how Lauren felt. She really hated her short temper sometimes and the fact that she couldn’t keep her feelings under control. And at that moment, in the middle of the mildly busy street, in the front of the old building she was staring at for the past hours, she felt a lot. She was angry, she was hurt, she was sad but mostly she just really missed her brown-eyed foreigner because she loved her like crazy.

With an audible sigh she decided that it’s the best if she turns her phone back on because she tuned the world out for more than half a day and she went off of the map quite abruptly. When the device came back into life it instantly started ringing, making the musician regret her former decision.

– JAUREGUI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU HAVEN’T SHOWED UP FOR REHEARSALS, YOU DON’T PICK UP YOUR PHONE, DON’T ANSWER TEXTS! WE ARE WORRIED SICK! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? – Dinah shouted.

– I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry – she mumbled honestly.

– Oh God! You’re a frustrating creature that’s for sure – the Polynesian huffed, seemingly relieved that she finally could reach her friend. – Are you okay though?

– I’m alive.

– Well, I got that info when you preciously decided to finally answer my call. I mean are you okay? I know about the fight you had with her and you didn’t come home from your night out with Keana. – The blonde sounded genuinely worried and Lauren just felt more guilty for not warning anybody about her absence.

– I did something very stupid DJ – the green-eyed singer confessed.

– I know. She told me you broke things off for good or something like that. She was totally cryptic and desperate. She said something about her need to study but I don’t think she’s really in the right mindset for that. Ohh and she basically begged me to send her a message when you came home because apparently you don’t answer hers…

– No Dinah, I’m not talking about the fight… – Lauren interrupted her band mate and waited for her to catch up on. She could almost hear the gears turning in the younger woman’s mind through the phone.

– Oooh! No. No, no, no. NO! I hope you did not Lauren?! You better not slept with someone right after you had some rough patch with Mila! I love you to death, but you would be a fucking idiot to do this. You were on such a good terms, going to the right direction! You even planned that cute surprise for her birthday… – The taller girl ranted horrified but the Miami-native cut her off again.

– What? No! Of course not! I love her, I haven’t slept with anyone!

– Then what did you do? – Dinah asked with concern.

– Well… You know how can I get when I’m overwhelmed by my emotions and I might had a few drinks as well so clearly I wasn’t thinking straight…

– I don’t really like where this is going so cut the crap woman! – the Polynesian basically ordered.

– I just didn’t want to fight with her anymore on the phone and I-I… – That was the point when Lauren’s tears started to fall slowly, she begun slightly sob, because just thinking about losing Camila mad her sad.

– Hey! Okay, let me get you and we can talk over a nice cup of hot chocolate or a glass of wine whatever you prefer and we’ll figure out everything, okay? – Dinah turned into mom mode instantly as she heard her friend’s voice tremble.

– You can’t – she sighed and willingly forced herself to stop her emotional breakdown before it gets out of her hands.

– Laur, where are you? – The blonde commanded with a warning tone but the other musician knew she was just extremely worried.

– London. I’m in London.

Your heart starts to beat faster when you have low blood pressure because you haven’t drank enough water, when you get scared during a horror movie, when you’re nervous before a big exam or when you see a special someone. It’s all because your sympathetic nervous system stimulates the fist-size organ in your chest to increase its pace. At this point, Camila’s heart was basically racing and the reason for it was non of the ones from above.

It happens a lot actually with medical students and she exactly knew this symptom would come if she downs the second can of energy drink after she already had have another two cup of very strong coffee but she needed to stay focused and – more importantly – awake. So she arrived to the state where she thought she might actually could feel the caffeine flooding in her veins. Her senses became heightened and she felt like she has superpowers or at least she is close to it.

And lastly, there was the fact that maybe the slight overdosing helped her to get through every disease in the thick textbook without letting herself to think about Lauren and that was a goal she desperately wanted to reach. The student was well aware that drinking this much Red Bull and coffee is everything but healthy or wise. She had done this before and she knew that the exact moment that she steps out from the exam everything will come and crash down on her at once like a ton of bricks. For the brunette, it still seemed like a better option to have a racing heart and then collapse into her bed from exhausting and sleep through her birthday and probably the day after as well than to have a broken heart.

She had only a few topics left and it was ‘just’ 2 a.m. so she actually could get some rest and finish the last pages in the morning before the exam but after this amount of caffeine and tiredness she would just tossing around in her bed and she didn’t want to risk oversleeping her alarm either. So she responsibly opted for getting through the whole subject and after that just taking a shower and maybe have some breakfast. Honestly, she didn’t even know when was the last time she ate. Her infamous appetite got lost and her stomach got knotted when Lauren cut their conversation off by pressing the end call button and decided not to answer any of her messages.

Camila shook her head before her thought go wandering towards a certain someone and she went back to the state were nothing else existed just the book in front of her.

Quiet knocks snapped her out again. She knew Shawn probably wants to talk with her because that boy got emotional when he was drinking but she was so close to finish she didn’t want to give up her focus now so she decided not to answer. She should have know how persistent her friend can be when the knocking continued more obnoxiously.

She groaned because she liked Shawn, she really did, and she never minded that he stumbled in more than one time in impossible hours after he went out for grab some drinks because he couldn’t find his keys or he was just simply too drunk to be able to open his door.

– Come in you idiot! – Camila shouted not looking up from the book and she continued before the boy starts renting about something really not important. – You can crash on Anna’s bed but I really, really need to finish this and if you disturb me I will throw you out of the window because if I don’t focus I will just start to think about Lauren and fold myself to fetus position to cry how much did I fuck that up so please, keep quiet and let me study. I promise if I reach the end you can share anything you want. And Shawn? You really need to learn how to use keys when you’re drunk.

With a slight giggle she went back to the ocean of small black letters. At the last page, under a really tiny picture as a description there was something about the sensitivity of the olfactory nerve which was responsible for transferring for the incoming impulses of different scents and smells and how the brain is able to trick your nose. Your limbic system is able to overrule the signs coming from the nerve and project an another smell to the part of the brain which is responsible to detect, analyze and make you actually realize what are you smelling. The limbic system is the place where you connect emotions to things. Such as smells, tastes, memories.

The student was just about to skip it because she really didn’t care about the details at this point when she smelled it. She smelled her and she was sure she is going mad, probably from the mix of exhaustion, coffee and heartbreak. Camila shook her head to get rid of the thoughts because she couldn’t afford the luxury of daydreaming about Lauren’s scent, hair, eyes, soul, existence. She must study and concentrate on that and she really shouldn’t drink any more of the caffeinated black drink which was invitingly sitting on the kitchen table just a few steps away from her.

She tried to read the next sentence but she failed to comprehend and understand anything so she decided that she postpones it after her shower and will give it a try after it. She turned off the lights on her table, stood up and stretched her numb limbs. The brunette caught the sight of some dim light from the bed so she figured Shawn wasn’t asleep yet.

Actually she wasn’t surprised a bit by that because when the boy was drinking he usually had some great world changing idea or a deep, heartfelt confession or just an obnoxious rant about something very important thing for him – which was usually really unimportant for the rest of the human kind – and he was restless until he shared his thoughts and feelings. Last time it was about the delicious McDonald’s fries and their connection to high blood pressure because of the too much salt, but the brown-eyed man decided it was worth it because you should enjoy life.

– So Shawn, hit me, what’s it tonight? Oreos versus diabetes? – Camila giggled while she headed to the sink and when she didn’t hear the answer she just continued. - Come on, don’t be shy on me now, my mind is a mush so maybe this time I will be able to understand you. Either this or I will start to go on and on about the fact that I sent almost twenty text to Lauren and how she never answered any of them or Dinah still hasn’t sent me the 'she is home’ message so I’m trying really hard not to jump to conclusions… so speak up homeboy! - she chuckled and turned around to get her mug and wash it.

She stole a quick glance towards the boy before she started again.

– Come on Shawn! You really want me to talk about… LAUREN?!

Since she gathered the courage to knock on Camila’s dorm room Lauren tried to come up with the perfect speech and explanation but nothing came to her mind. And then she got invited in and she braced herself for everything. For cursing, for the brunette to kick her out, for tears, for emotional shouting and a really little part of her dared to hope for – well – kisses and heated back together sex. The only thing she was unprepared for was nothing. Literally. The student didn’t even realized it’s her.

So when the younger Latina thought that it’s Shawn in this ungodly hour Lauren’s jealousy went raging again. It seemed that the boy crashed there on more than one occasion and she was very curious why, she almost regretted coming here but then Camila said her name and how she thinks everything got fucked up and she just smiled like a stupid idiot.

After that she was just really uncomfortable because she didn’t want the caramel-skinned woman to think that she is stalking her but she didn’t know how to announce her presence so she just quickly informed Dinah that she finally did it. Not even minutes after Camila just stood up and Lauren could take in all of her. She looked so domestic in sweatpants and a large pullover, her hair in a very messy bun, her glasses slipped down on her nose and she wasn’t wearing any make-up. The American’s heart swelled because she was just adorable and she missed her so much. But then reality came, knocking some sense in Lauren, when Camila finally realized it’s not Shawn invading her room.

– Uhm. Hi! Hey. So I thought that we need to talk? – Lauren mumbled nervously while she awkwardly fidgeted with her fingers but when she looked up to the brunette she needed to fight a smile back.

The student theatrically was looking at her mug and then back to Lauren, repeating the same movements a few times before settling her gaze on the green-eyed girl. She really thought she is hallucinating and she might had more caffeine than she remembered but the woman in front of her seemed just so real.

– Are you really here? – she asked uncertainly.

– Yeah. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. And I didn’t want to argue on the phone or via text or Skype. I just, I just really wanted to see you. And if you want to be friends that’s totally okay, I overreacted and I don’t want to push you into something that you’re not comfortable with. I’m really sorry Camz – the musician said.

– So you came here, to say this – Camila stated still in shock.

– Uhm, y-yes? I thought it was a good idea. I’m sorry. If you want me to leave, I will – The American looked at the other Latina pleadingly, desperately trying to analyze what she was thinking but her face was just blank and she took it as a sign to leave.

She reached for her shoes and stepped towards the door. It seemed to finally shook the student out of her shock. She grabbed Lauren’s wrist and yanked the girl into her embrace, inhaling her scent deeply, enjoying the warmth radiating from her body.

– I’m sorry. I was jealous but that’s not an excuse for me saying those horrible things to you Lauren. I love you – Camila whispered to the singer’s ear.

To say Lauren was happy would have been an understatement. She stepped back a bit and leaned forward to capture her foreigner’s lips into her own but the younger woman turned her head at the last moment.

– I’m gonna have a shower after that I have to study some more because I have my exam tomorrow. I would like you to stay here but I just can’t deal with us now. I’m sorry – the brunette explained with a shy smile.

– Of course – the musician reciprocated the gesture although she didn’t really know where are they standing. Camila just told her she loves her, but she declined her kiss. It confused her but she understood that the brown-eyed Latina has obligations to do. So what if she needs to wait for tomorrow? She would wait forever.

– You can find some pjs in that drawer – the student gestured towards the furniture while she grabbed her towel and other toiletries.

Before Camila exited the room, she walked up to Lauren and planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

So there are some reasons why your heart starts to beat faster. Fear, excitement, low blood pressure, nerves… But for Lauren the only cause that mattered was Camila. So she changed into her pajamas, sent a message to Dinah, left a good luck note on Camila’s desk, climbed into bed and went to sleep both excited and nervous for what the next day holds for them. Because she knew whatever it’s going to be, it’s going to determine their future. Friends, lovers, girlfriends or stranger. And that’s gonna be it.

One more day.

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