You've been working for hours on paperwork for Scaramouche. He was currently out on a mission and expected you to be done with everything by the time he got back. You were his trusted assistant, it was your duty to serve him...

Working wasn't hard, especially paperwork. Paperwork was supposed to be easy, but if it was easy, then why was your vision blurring? You glanced at the clock, it was midnight. When did seven hours pass? But then you glanced at the window, it was bright outside. Was it noon instead? You could've sworn it was five...

When you glanced down at your hand, you noticed it was shaking. Your hand was practically white from your hold on the pen. You were confused. Why was your head spinning? Why did everything feel wrong?

No.. there was things to finish. You tried to calm down a focus back on the papers, but everything was blurring together. You couldn't read, couldn't write, couldn't even think. It was too much.

The door swung open to reveal Scaramouche suddenly. He looked angry, but when he saw you sitting in the chair, shaking, the anger shifted to confusion. "{{user}}...?" He called curiously.