
IT WAS ANOTHER ROUGH DAY FOR HIM. Running around, fixing this & fixing that; Abel had come close to signing out in the Medbay earlier & it obviously wasn’t enough; he still had work to do. It had felt wrong to NEGLECT his orders; it made him feel out of place, so to say. He felt it in his bones, the fatigue creeping up on him, but Abel didn’t bother to acknowledge it until he finally slumped against his fighter in conversation. His body had reached it’s finish line.
ABEL COULD BARELY MANAGE A PAINED WHISPER WHEN HE SPOKE. ❝Shit— sorry, Cain. I’ve had a lot to do today & I think I might’ve overworked myself a little bit—❞






