NVC, Day 14 - heated somehow, inside and out [open]
It must have been the weather that was getting to her. Something in the air, maybe - Nora'd drunk some kind of fizzy stuff at a local bar, and...it shouldn't affect her this much, should it? The heat and humidity, or was there alcohol in that soda? Something like that would be illogical. And illegal. Probably. Did it count as drugging if you didn't know you were drinking it?
The air in her temporary quarters was making her head pound, for some reason; her fingers clenched and unclenched, and touching her face, she was surprised at both the sweat forming there and at the zing the touch sent through her hands. This wasn't right - even sick, even feverish, she'd never felt this. Not this kind of sensitivity, and not this need to touch something, all of a sudden. Nora reached up and ran a hand through her hair, damp and coming unbound from its braid. "God. Damn. It." She ground the words out between clenched teeth, her hand shaking.
Maybe if she got some fresh air, she'd feel better - the heat, the aching would stop. Nora forced herself to breathe as normally as was possible (and that was a lofty goal right now, to be sure), and swung open the door.
The heat blasting her from the outside was just as bad; she'd been wrong, it seemed, and now that unknown feeling was worse. It was like a burning now, or something.
The air in her temporary quarters was making her head pound, for some reason; her fingers clenched and unclenched, and touching her face, she was surprised at both the sweat forming there and at the zing the touch sent through her hands. This wasn't right - even sick, even feverish, she'd never felt this. Not this kind of sensitivity, and not this need to touch something, all of a sudden. Nora reached up and ran a hand through her hair, damp and coming unbound from its braid. "God. Damn. It." She ground the words out between clenched teeth, her hand shaking.
Maybe if she got some fresh air, she'd feel better - the heat, the aching would stop. Nora forced herself to breathe as normally as was possible (and that was a lofty goal right now, to be sure), and swung open the door.
The heat blasting her from the outside was just as bad; she'd been wrong, it seemed, and now that unknown feeling was worse. It was like a burning now, or something.