I’ve grown to love your disappearing acts|| Open starter.
Amidst the fountain of knowledge inhabiting Thornewood’s grand library, the nurse could be found sat cross-legged, on splintering wooden floors, surrounded by an overwhelming plethora of leather-bound books. Nose deep in the pages as the second hour of research rolled around, Felicity had begun organising the books into categories mentally labelled as; fiction, non-fiction, useful, potentially helpful and utterly-fucking-useless.
Nimble fingers shook slightly as emerald hues grew weary and bloodshot, the three cups of coffee she had downed one after another now coursed through her veins and sent her body into some form of caffeine-induced shock. The sentence Fliss had read over three times now was not registering in a jittery and overworked mind as words began to blend together on the page. A heavy sigh left parted lips, silently admitting defeat in the form of a closed book before discarding it to her left and onto the utterly useless category, “May as well burn this pile.” The nurse muttered aloud, her hushed tones carrying an air of annoyance through the quiet room. “Fuck it, I need a smoke.” Her disheartened words floated into the silence, confident that she was alone in the large room.
