To say it's been an exhausting week would be an understatement. Wash is about due for a rest himself, now that he's pretty sure (or at least slightly hopeful, if he's going to be honest) that horrifying nightmares won't follow him as a result.
He passes by the door to Pidge's lab and pauses. He hadn't been in the best frame of mind the last time they'd talked, to put it lightly, but that's no reason not to at least check on her. He pushes the door open and enters slowly, sees her slumped over her desk-
-And shuts down the goddamn red alert blaring in his head when he sees her back rise and fall. She's breathing. She's fine. Calm down.
It's going to be a while before he can ease that panic reflex, isn't it.
He manages to even out his breathing right about when she starts flailing - goddammit she's having a nightmare - and goes into immediate overdrive again, darting towards her. He catches the mug of tea before it hits the ground and shatters (it's stone cold; she must've been here for hours) with one hand and grabs her shoulder with the other. "Pidge! Wake up!"
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He passes by the door to Pidge's lab and pauses. He hadn't been in the best frame of mind the last time they'd talked, to put it lightly, but that's no reason not to at least check on her. He pushes the door open and enters slowly, sees her slumped over her desk-
-And shuts down the goddamn red alert blaring in his head when he sees her back rise and fall. She's breathing. She's fine. Calm down.
It's going to be a while before he can ease that panic reflex, isn't it.
He manages to even out his breathing right about when she starts flailing - goddammit she's having a nightmare - and goes into immediate overdrive again, darting towards her. He catches the mug of tea before it hits the ground and shatters (it's stone cold; she must've been here for hours) with one hand and grabs her shoulder with the other. "Pidge! Wake up!"