Drabble #04- Job
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leylined[Set at a time when Adam still worked at the factory.]
Adam had been working for several hours now. Thankfully his time at Boyd's wasn't as intensive as it could have been, but it didn't change the fact that Adam had only gotten an hour's sleep the night before. The ley line had been plaguing him the whole night long, even after he'd discovered what its desires for Adam had been. Ghost images in any reflective surface he could see, the creeping of old vines across his skin, and the groan of St. Agnes' old walls in the night had set a downer on any sort of rest he'd been planning on, and the day at Aglionby hadn't been any better.
It was past midnight now, and Adam was in the swing of things at Henrietta's mobile home factory. The staccato of the pneumatic nail gun set an easy pace as he went from frame to frame, laying the groundwork to each trailer that would soon be complete. Usually he would be working on roofing, but one of the guys had called in sick and Adam had jumped on the chance to take his shift. It let his mind drift away from the problems at home, the problems he had with his friends, and the continuing nuisance Cabeswater proved to be even after the ritual.
He was tired, but then again, when wasn't Adam ever tired? Gansey and Ronan complained often about his work ethic and how it would one day lead to his demise, but there was an odd place of peace in the simplistic and mindless work he had to do. One barely needed to think, just be fast and accurate while getting the job done. Then he could go home, rinse, repeat, and hope that the new day wouldn't bring any new sort of curve balls.
It was this in mind, working on yet another frame when it happened. His vision began to swim, and Adam at least had the foresight to put down the nail gun before he found himself shuddering and falling to the floor, his body overcome with a sick feeling. Distantly he was aware of yelling around him and people crowding him, but all he could think was how nice it felt to have the cool concrete against his cheek.
Later he was told it was due to fatigue, and he needed a good night's sleep, and maybe a day off. Adam nodded, trying to fight off the sense of relief to focus on the dread it also brought. It was with that he managed to convince his supervisor to let him come back the next day. He'd be fine, and the episode would never happen again. Already he could hear the concerned disapproval in Gansey's voice and Ronan's tirade at the news, but he pushed it back.
What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
Adam had been working for several hours now. Thankfully his time at Boyd's wasn't as intensive as it could have been, but it didn't change the fact that Adam had only gotten an hour's sleep the night before. The ley line had been plaguing him the whole night long, even after he'd discovered what its desires for Adam had been. Ghost images in any reflective surface he could see, the creeping of old vines across his skin, and the groan of St. Agnes' old walls in the night had set a downer on any sort of rest he'd been planning on, and the day at Aglionby hadn't been any better.
It was past midnight now, and Adam was in the swing of things at Henrietta's mobile home factory. The staccato of the pneumatic nail gun set an easy pace as he went from frame to frame, laying the groundwork to each trailer that would soon be complete. Usually he would be working on roofing, but one of the guys had called in sick and Adam had jumped on the chance to take his shift. It let his mind drift away from the problems at home, the problems he had with his friends, and the continuing nuisance Cabeswater proved to be even after the ritual.
He was tired, but then again, when wasn't Adam ever tired? Gansey and Ronan complained often about his work ethic and how it would one day lead to his demise, but there was an odd place of peace in the simplistic and mindless work he had to do. One barely needed to think, just be fast and accurate while getting the job done. Then he could go home, rinse, repeat, and hope that the new day wouldn't bring any new sort of curve balls.
It was this in mind, working on yet another frame when it happened. His vision began to swim, and Adam at least had the foresight to put down the nail gun before he found himself shuddering and falling to the floor, his body overcome with a sick feeling. Distantly he was aware of yelling around him and people crowding him, but all he could think was how nice it felt to have the cool concrete against his cheek.
Later he was told it was due to fatigue, and he needed a good night's sleep, and maybe a day off. Adam nodded, trying to fight off the sense of relief to focus on the dread it also brought. It was with that he managed to convince his supervisor to let him come back the next day. He'd be fine, and the episode would never happen again. Already he could hear the concerned disapproval in Gansey's voice and Ronan's tirade at the news, but he pushed it back.
What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
