Wednesday came like a sledgehammer, smashing through all of the well intentioned plans that they had set.
Andrew barely got any sleep the night before. Not because of anything Maxwell had done, but due to his own nerves. He felt like a nervous wreck. He was so worried about how Richard was going to react once he left the safe bubble that the Doctors had built for him that it had him staring up at the ceiling most of the night, Maxwell curled into his arms.
When Andrew had heard the sound of birdsong at one point, he then got nervous about the fact that he had stayed awake all night. He was only able to talk himself down after a few minutes, and then the cycle would repeat. Andrew was exhausted before the day even began.
