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Nick surprised himself by getting ahead in two out of his four classes. It felt like one moment he was sore and hunched over on Izzy’s floor, typing random nonsense just to try to grab hold of any idea, and the next he had finished drafts of two final papers on his laptop in need of revision. He supposed this was where his increasing insomnia came in handy. His brain worked overtime to make up for all the things edging into his consciousness, attempting to distract him with fear and panic.
At least he had something to show for it.
Izzy texted him silly, inconsequential things that made him smile. She was checking in with him post–freak out. He hadn’t particularly wanted to go to their study group, but it would have felt like poor repayment for her kindness to skip it.
And it was pro
