Waverly struggled to maintain her balance as she regained control of her vision. She gripped the wall beside her and heard the clinking of the metal tray on the ground before feeling the pressure of Felicity's hand on her arm.
“Miss, are you alright?"
The spots that obscured her sight slowly vanished and Waverly blinked hard to regain consciousness. “Yeah, I think so," she replied, still slightly off balance. “I just had a weird headache. I must've been pushing myself too hard in the office." She looked at Felicity, who's eyes were wide with concern. “It's okay, I'm alright. Thanks," she reassured her.
Felicity slowly let go of Waverly's arm and bent down to pick up her tray, which she had set beside her on the ground. “Why don't we get you seated? I guess it's a good thing I brought
