Her body was far more exhausted than she had thought, the simple act of closing of her eyes was all it took before she had fallen asleep. Truly, she probably would have slept through the night on that bench, only to wake up due to the wetness of the morning if Dareios hadn't come along. Shifting in her sleep, she pulls her hands under her cheek to cushion her head, the faint voice of a man permeating her dreams. God. Why couldn't he just let her sleep? Groaning irritably, she rolls onto her back hoping that he would go away but, ugh, why did her back hurt? Maybe she needed a new bed, it was hardly comfortable! "Go away," she mumbles, her brain hardly functioning at full capacity. Miya was certain she was simply dreaming.

The touch of a cold hand on her shoulder sends a shiver down her body, her arms wrapping themselves around her stomach as a persistent voice finally breaks through her sleep. Peeling her eyes open, she blinks a few times to rid the grogginess and yet it's useless, her body fought her every step of the way. Tilting her head to the side, she looks first at the pale hand on her shoulder before those chocolate eyes slowly rise to meet Dareios's gaze. She didn't remember calling him, why was he here? "Dareios?" She mumbles, her voice scratchy with sleep. Moaning, she pulls herself in a seated position, swinging her legs back to the ground as her small palm meets her forehead, holding the weight of her head

"Ah, I feel terrible," she says quietly, her eyes falling shut once more as a headache pierces the back of her skull. It takes a moment for her to organize her thoughts, her hand finally falling to the bench on top of the business card. Glancing down at the worn paper, she then looks at the mayor again. "Why are you here? Did I call you?" She asks quietly, the bags under her eyes a very clear indication of her exhausted state. Even now she was too tired to even feel a sense of nervousness around him, her brain simply refusing to drum up anymore emotions. Slouching into the bench, she leans her head back into the back of the bench, her eyes gazing at the stars once more.

"I can't do this anymore," she states, her voice cracking on the last word, "So many deaths, so much sickness. We can't keep up," she was rambling and yet, the thoughts she had kept contained for so long simply were spilling out to the man she had judged harshly. "A quarter of our staff is out sick, it's only a matter of time before we all get it and then who will treat the patients?" She asks, emotion building behind her eyes as she allows her lids to flutter shut. Though, she can't contain the tears that spill down the side of her cheek.

Reaching up, she wipes at them with her fingers but eventually gives up, the tears a continuous poor. They were a long time coming, she knew something like this would happen eventually, though she had to admit, she didn't think it would happen in front of the mayor. Miya knee he was swamped with work, his face appearing in tv constantly throughout the day as he tried to manage the pandemic. It was impossible. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to listen to me - you have a lot on your plate," she says after a moment, refusing to meet his gaze for the time being. Wiping at her face again, she reopens her eyes to look at the blurry sky, "I'm sorry I didn't call, I've been sleeping at the hospital most days - this is the first day I was planning on going home in a week or so. I didn't make it very far though," she smiles without humor though it's more of a grimace before a fresh wave a tears spill down her cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," she started as she leans forward, her elbows landing on her knees as she covers her face in a slouched position.

Miyako Aiken