So it struck me down
Jane didn't like worrying people. She especially did not like to worry those who she had let herself get close to. Of course this meant trying to avoid talking about the fact she never slept undisturbed for the most part. It meant not thinking about how much she wanted to know things that were pretty much impossible to find out.

Eventually Jane moves from where she had exiled herself to. The training room she had set up for herself always faintly smelt like sweat. There was also a faint smell that caught Jane's attention then she sighed.

"Shoulda wrapped my hands," she grumbles twisting her writs to work out the cramps. She had pounded the hell out of the punching bag and had apparently hurt one knuckle while being so aggravated from the nightmares that had struck her. The blond grumbled to herself then moved to go wash her hands off in one of the bathrooms. The light burned her eyes as she flicked it on and she winced as she got a look at herself.

"I look like shit," she mumbled not wanting to wake her lover who should still be asleep. Not like her. She should really try and get some rest. If she got some rest she would look and feel much better.