four (text)

[onsilksheets]

[She knows there are kids on board but Bela doesn't give a damn at the moment as she texts:]

Just when I thought this place couldn't get any more fucked up.


Private text to medical personnel. Encrypted.

I need sleeping pills. How do I go about acquiring some?

Please.

Comments

[certainproclivity]

Perhaps you merely shouldn't be drinking alone.

[onsilksheets]

You offering to keep me company, Mr Sark?

[certainproclivity]

By all means, I'm insisting.

[onsilksheets]

Then I accept.

Just give me some time, I have an appointment in the medical bay first.

[certainproclivity]

I'll meet you there, then.

[onsilksheets]

See you later on.