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Gurathin wakes sweating and shaking. A dream, a nightmare - a memory. He can't remember exactly, but the impact lingers.
He drags himself out of bed, staggering blindly to his kitchen where he gropes desperately for a glass, fills it with water and drops it ungraciously to the floor without taking a sip. Shattered glass and liquid surround him, his bare feet freezing.
A step back, two, and his back hits a cabinet. He slides to the floor, breath coming in ragged bursts, vision blurred even in the dark.
He knocks his head backwards once, gently, twice, much harder - the pain shooting through the back of his head doesn't ground him the way he hoped. He rakes his hands through his hair and pulls, curled up into himself.
Status?
A ping from SecUnit. It must have a drone in here. He can't form a thought coherent enough to be annoyed.
I'm on my way.
There's definitely a drone in here.
You don't have to do that, SecUnit.
He doesn't send.
I'm fine, SecUnit.
He deletes that also.
Please.
He hits send.