Clara jolted awake, her heart racing as her alarm blinked furiously at her. She’d overslept, again. Cursing softly, she rushed through her morning routine. Every minute wasted felt like a countdown to disaster.
"See you later, Natasha," she called, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Natasha, pale and cocooned in a blanket, glanced up weakly.
"Don’t forget your supplements," Clara added.
"Mhm," Natasha murmured, her eyes fluttering shut again.
As Clara dashed out, she could feel the seconds slipping away. The traffic outside was its usual mess. She tapped her fingers anxiously against the seat, urging the driver to take a shortcut. By the time she arrived, she was a solid thirty minutes late.
She slipped inside the building, her footsteps as light as a whisper. Relief washed over her
