Penny For Your Thoughts

He's called her name out seven times and he's waved his arms about trying to get her attention. So far all she has done in response is sigh loudly and bang her head on the desk before settling there and not moving. He calls to her again. "Vala! Hey!"

Nothing.

Frowning, he stands up and moves across to the other side of the lab where she is seated. He fists one hand and then flicks his index finger out. With it, he prods her in the back. She flinches but doesn't make any attempt to acknowledge him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he tries.

She grunts at him.

"I'll take that as a 'no'." He flattens his palm over her back and rubs it soothingly. "You okay?"

She grunts again.

:Vala. I can't help you until you tell me what's wrong."

"Headache." She lifts her head slightly.

"Oh!" He nods, not noticing her wince at the volume of his words. "I'll get you some water and painkillers. I'll be right back." He's gone for maybe ten minutes. When he returns, she has reverted to the same position as she was in before, slumped over the desk.

"Vala?" He touches her shoulder gently.

Nothing. Concerned, he prods her again. She lets out a snore and his feet nearly leave the ground.

"Wow! Uh. Sleep well," he says and places the glass of water and pills beside her. He returns to his chair and watches over her between doing more paperwork.

fin.