Dean sat on the operating table as Katherine performed a basic checkup on his cognitive functions.
She checked his hands for tremors, his eyes with a flashlight to see his reaction speed. And even tested his reflexes a bit. The more she tested the more her expression became cold, and clinical before finally asking the question.
"How much sleep did you get last night?
"Six hours… Maybe five?" Dean's voice was heavy with exhaustion. Both mentally and physically.
She was keenly aware that he had stayed up the entire night before last. And despite how impressed she was with his ability to battle through the fatigue, it was not lost on Katherine that the only thing that had kept Dean going the entire time was coffee.
From his perspective, it was absolutely necessary to push himself to such an extent. He was the only one in Paradise Falls who could effectively oversee and command day-to-day operations.
