Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Love's Hallow'd Temple, This Soft Bed
by armorie
ao3:77366556 · 2,432 words
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Summary
You can hardly write a paragraph of your report before the words blur into one another. Pair that with a splitting headache, and you’re fast-tracking your way to hell. Dimming the break room lights does nothing to dampen your raging headache, just as wearing noise cancelling headphones does little to ease the incessant ringing in your ears. Simply put, you are in no condition to work.
Your eyes drift to the clock on the wall. One hour and thirty seven minutes. There's only one hour and thirty seven minutes until you get off work. Should be fine, right?
You are very, very wrong.—Xavier takes care of you when you’re very, very sick.
Title is from John Donne’s “Elegy 19: To His Mistress Going to Bed”
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