I reached my door without encountering anyone else, my fingers leaving a sticky feel on the silver plaque as I pressed my palm against it. The door slid open with its usual quiet hiss, and I stumbled inside, leaving a trail of footprints across the floor.
Safety. Finally. I leaned against the wall, leaving another smudge of dark blood, and let out a breath I'd been holding since waking up in the wasteland. My legs trembled, threatening to give out entirely, but I'd made it. Back inside Argent, back to my room, miraculously alive.
The door sealed behind me with a soft click, and I stood there for a moment, just breathing. The familiar shapes of my quarters, the bed still rumpled from when I'd been unconscious, my pair of boots sitting comfortably against the floor, all of it looked eerily normal after what I'd just experienced.
"Shower." I mumbled to myself. "Food. Sleep. In that order."
