Coffee... [OTA]
Nightmares. Olivia'd been plagued by them since the attack, barely able to sleep three hours without waking up scared out of her mind. They might have been night terrors for all she knew. She wondered if there was a psychiatrist here that she could speak with. She knew that she needed it and she'd never been a stranger to therapy.
She pulled on her clothing, layer after layer, and she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail before she walked to the bathrooms. She used makeup to cover up the worst of the bruises on her neck and face. Unfortunately, the ones on her throat weren't light enough yet that they could be truly hidden. Closing up the compact, not willing to use nearly enough makeup to cover them up truly, she walked back to hers and Jean's room, putting up her makeup before she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
She could use some coffee.
She pulled on her clothing, layer after layer, and she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail before she walked to the bathrooms. She used makeup to cover up the worst of the bruises on her neck and face. Unfortunately, the ones on her throat weren't light enough yet that they could be truly hidden. Closing up the compact, not willing to use nearly enough makeup to cover them up truly, she walked back to hers and Jean's room, putting up her makeup before she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
She could use some coffee.