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As though to quell the smoldering chagrin and culpability that surged into her being the very second Ines' statement wounded her soul, Histoire rushed to the second floor bathroom closest to her room and opened the door of one of the cabinets. She frantically searched for a specific thin box, giving up halfway through searching that cabinet and moving on to the next where all the medication could be found.

Once found, her trembling hands grabbed the box and, after three seconds or five, she finally managed to get it opened and pulled out the silver strip that contained only two remaining sleeping tablets. There had not been a need to use the pills in the last few months after she finally found reprieve and could fall asleep without them. She was enraged by the thought of having to resort to them once again because she desperately needed to elude her tormenting thoughts.