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AILS MED<br />
Evelyn awoke with a start, swept with relief at the sight of her room.<br />
She could feel beads of perspiration drip down her forehead as her heart began to even out its erratic<br />
rhythm. She felt a dampness underneath her fingers when she pushed herself up.<br />
“Shit.”<br />
It appeared that she had sweated through her bed sheets once more.<br />
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the notebook that she had placed on the bed<br />
stand. With the pen that she had left inside, she began to write fervently:<br />
I entered a corridor that was bright and blinding, accompanied by another. It was meant to<br />
be a simple search and rescue, but whatever it was inside had yearned for something more.<br />
The word ‘sacrifice’ kept being mentioned again and again as if a crowd of spectators had<br />
been inside. I felt uneasy and unsafe.<br />
She pressed the pen against her forehead as she tried to recall the details of her dream.<br />
Night terrors had plagued her ever since her last mission, vivid images of her death now a near<br />
constant. She couldn’t remember a time when she had a good night’s rest, or a dream where happiness<br />
was the outcome. At times she wondered if her dreams were punishments for her past sins.<br />
“Ugh, this is pointless.”<br />
Her mind still a blank, she tossed the notebook across the room. She had never been much of a<br />
wordsmith in the first place, and she only recorded her dreams at the advice of her brother. For<br />
research purposes, was what her brother had said. Evelyn, on the other hand, had preferred to occupy<br />
her hands with more important things.<br />
She got up and proceeded to pull the sheets off her bed. With an unnecessary strength, she crumpled it<br />
up, as if to release pent up frustration.<br />
“If only I could squash this stupid trauma away.”<br />
She made the journey towards the laundry room then, bed sheets in hand. The entire campus was<br />
dimly lit and she was all the more thankful for it, for she hadn't bothered to change out of her<br />
pyjamas.<br />
Bzzz. Bzzz.<br />
Evelyn felt the communicator on her wrist vibrate. She turned the screen towards her face:<br />
Professor James Smith<br />
“Hang up.”<br />
She didn't feel like talking to the man that the people here so ardently adored. His daily check ups,<br />
though kindly intentioned, had vexed her so.<br />
“I had a feeling that you were dodging my calls.” a deep voice said from within the shadows.<br />
“Motherfu--” startled, Evelyn dropped her bed sheets, “Why would you do that??”