Athena sat on a stool next to the bed that Declan was laid upon. She had actually drifted a sleep. Her head back at a 45 degree angle to her neck which was being supported by the wall.<br/><br/>She suddenly woke up. Gasping and breathing hard. Before casting her eyes from side to side to take in her surroundings.<br/><br/>It was just a dream. A really bad one. One which was obviously a mesh of all the events from last night.<br/><br/>She groaned as she placed her throbbing head in the palm of her hand. All the sleep deprivation from the past month really starting to catch up with her.<br/><br/>She didn’t want to turn into an insomniac at this rate. Where she’d need anti-depressants or ECT to get her back to having mundane routine.<br/><br/>Once she had some time to think and found a moment to relay the events of last night to headquarters, she could hopefully take the day off and go home to sleep.<br/><br/>Her eyes flitted to the bed as she noted some stirring.<br/><br/>“..Ath.. Ath… Athena…” Declan had already turned his head meekly to one side. Eyes opening up gingerly. Exhausted “where are we?”<br/>He tried to get up, but found himself pushed down again by the female fennec.<br/><br/>“Just rest!” Athena insisted “it’s been a long night which barely ended 2 hours ago!”<br/><br/>“But we need to send a search party… something attacked me last night!” Declan’s eyes widened, the repercussions of last night kicking him up the backside.<br/><br/>“No kidding!” Athena remarked “do you know how much blood you lost? We almost took you to the hospital!”<br/><br/>“ ‘We’ ?!” Declan questioned, sitting up this time.<br/><br/>“Olive,” Athena said, earning an even more confused look from Declan “ ‘flower girl’.”<br/><br/>“Ahhhh…” Declan nodded, holding his chin with his bandaged arm. He turned his grey eyes to look at Athena again.<br/><br/>“We need to talk about last night, about what we say…” Declan suggested.<br/><br/>“Save it for later…” Athena replied, turning to go out the door “you need to eat.”<br/><br/>Athena went down the stairs. Wondering how Olive was doing with the breakfast or whether she’d need a hand.