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I'm so frakking tired of this.

All of this hideous crashing and banging going on, the temperature fluctuations, the stupid ghosts, and when I finally get to sleep, it's one of those dreams again. What've you lot been doing for them, then? Anyone in the infirmary have anything to help with it?

A horse tranquiliser, maybe. An emergency stiff drink. Graduation, perhaps. I'll not be venturing out for anything frakking less, alright?

...thank you.

[ OOC: No, weird and distressing dreams (more than the usual kind) aren't an October symptom. Yet, anyway. But Baltar is making Assumptions that could stand correction. Tag-back also might be a bit later on but will get to them. ]

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Thank you again for doing this, I know it's a bit-- abrupt.

[ Arms bundled about himself, he goes to follow her inside said office, his wired breed of tension not yet gone from bony shoulders or the furrow of hos brow. ] I don't envy your job.

[Martha responded once they were inside the glass fishbowl that was her office.] It's alright, normally I'd wait a few days but with the way the month is going...

[Martha sighed for a moment and then shrugged.] I don't envy myself this job at the moment.

[She turned her back to him and pressed her hand against the wall for a moment. There was a clicking sound the security system opened. When Martha turned back, she had a small bottle in her hand.]

I have to insist you take it here, I'm afraid. You'll have time to get back to your room before you fall asleep, however.

[ Welp, there goes sharing with Jesse. ]

Of course, yes. It sounds rather potent. Wouldn't want it handed around. [ He holds out a hand for it, brow furrowing. ] I don't know anything about magic, you know.

I'm afraid so. It could be dangerous in the wrong hands. [Martha hands it to him with a small smile.]

Talk to Sev, that's Severus, rather, he'll be able to explain it better than I could. But I trust it, and have taken this potion myself on multiple occasions.

[ Uncaps it, sniff, a little bit hesitant but not reluctant. ] I see. How much should I...? [ Would rather avoid a coma. ]

That's a dose. Twelve hours of sleep. [Martha didn't add that it was some of the best sleep that she'd ever gotten--it would almost seem to cheapen his suffering in her opinion.]

Alright. Well.

Cheers.

[ Lifts the small bottle, and tips the contents into his mouth, head back to have it all go down cleanly. Tonight is a night for trying new things. ]

[Martha waited until he was finished, and then she held out her hand for the bottle.]

Let me know tomorrow how well you slept, alright?

[ Hands it back after pulling a face, but he sets a smile back on it as she says that. ]

I shall, of course. [ Levers himself to stand, tying closed more his robe. ] Wish me luck for the journey back and-- thank you, again. I do appreciate it.

You'll be fine getting back, but I could walk you if you wish.

[She had time, she decided. At the very least she could make time.]

No, please, don't let me drag you away from this mess on my account. If anything happens, I expect to be quite unconscious before I'm forced to appreciate it.

I'd prefer it if you didn't end up here because you passed out in a hallway and was drowned in a sudden thunderstorm or buried in a squall.

[Martha grinned at him, clearly making a joke.]

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