502/4/6, Sunday afternoon
By the time Nadia got back to the dorms after going to the sleep clinic, she was exhausted. Half of what she'd done there was sleep, but it had anything but restful, with the wires taped to her head and the looming threat of more needles, and purposefully sleeping in front of strangers.
So she trudged her way up to the room and silently flopped over onto her bed to get some real sleep. She hadn't spoken a single word the whole way back.
When she woke up, it was late afternoon, and she rolled over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.
Inconclusive.
That's what they'd said. The entire reason she'd gone to the sleep clinic had been to find out for sure if she was actually narcoleptic or not, and they couldn't tell her.
It wasn't a happy thought.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open to roommates should they be around.]
So she trudged her way up to the room and silently flopped over onto her bed to get some real sleep. She hadn't spoken a single word the whole way back.
When she woke up, it was late afternoon, and she rolled over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.
Inconclusive.
That's what they'd said. The entire reason she'd gone to the sleep clinic had been to find out for sure if she was actually narcoleptic or not, and they couldn't tell her.
It wasn't a happy thought.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but open to roommates should they be around.]