NIGHTSHIFT 25: M48
Hikaru was furious with himself. A nurse had finally ended up giving him an antihistamine for his allergies in the green house, and it had knocked him out. He'd slept through dinner and the beginning of Nightshift and woken disoriented, with no way of knowing how much time had passed.
Hopefully, the night was still young. And Kaoru hadn't come by yet. His twin would have shaken him awake if he had.
Suddenly remembering the communicator that Kaoru had given him earlier that day, Hikaru rummaged through his pockets and prayed that he hadn't rolled onto it while he slept and accidentally destroyed the delicate circuitry. Luckily, it was intact.
He balanced his flashlight between his chin and his shoulder so that he'd have both hands free to check out the device. Several minutes (and some rather creative swearing) later, he thought he'd figured out how it worked.
"Kaoru? Hey, can you hear me?"
Hopefully, the night was still young. And Kaoru hadn't come by yet. His twin would have shaken him awake if he had.
Suddenly remembering the communicator that Kaoru had given him earlier that day, Hikaru rummaged through his pockets and prayed that he hadn't rolled onto it while he slept and accidentally destroyed the delicate circuitry. Luckily, it was intact.
He balanced his flashlight between his chin and his shoulder so that he'd have both hands free to check out the device. Several minutes (and some rather creative swearing) later, he thought he'd figured out how it worked.
"Kaoru? Hey, can you hear me?"