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Kira wakes up to an empty bed and it's something that doesn't throw her at first. It's something she's been used to. The wave of nausea that comes with waking is more of a constant companion than her husband...though she'd gladly switch the two. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth as she sits up in the 'fresher, she remembers where she is (she'd been dreaming of home, with her daughters, and cookies and the good things, not the bad) and how she should have woken up beside someone.
She stands, shakily, pausing only to brush her teeth to get the disgusting taste of bile out of her mouth, before moving into the bedroom again and staring at the empty spot next to where she had been. "Motherkriffer." She mutters, anger flaring at the sheer stupidity of her husband. He's sick, he almost died, and he's out wandering somewhere?
Kira debates wandering around to go find him...but when another wave of nausea hits her, she decides against it. It'd be better for her to stay here, she decides, and to stew and be really angry when he shows back up. She moves to the sitting area and flicks on the holo, the light filling the dim room, and she waits.
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She stands, shakily, pausing only to brush her teeth to get the disgusting taste of bile out of her mouth, before moving into the bedroom again and staring at the empty spot next to where she had been. "Motherkriffer." She mutters, anger flaring at the sheer stupidity of her husband. He's sick, he almost died, and he's out wandering somewhere?
Kira debates wandering around to go find him...but when another wave of nausea hits her, she decides against it. It'd be better for her to stay here, she decides, and to stew and be really angry when he shows back up. She moves to the sitting area and flicks on the holo, the light filling the dim room, and she waits.
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