My Hands Are Jittery for a Reason

Tap, tap, tap, tap. The only noise heard in the Healing classroom was the incessant tapping of Yvette's jittery fingers on the desk. It honestly looked like she had just rolled out of bed and threw some clothes on, when in reality she hadn't slept more than two hours straight in the last few days. There were heavy bags under her eyes and her clothes were wrinkled and the shirt done up crooked.

Glancing at the time the cowgirl bit her lip as he whole body practically vibrated from the amount of caffeine flowing through her veins. She couldn't keep still for anything and even now was yearning for another cup of coffee. Healing class was definitely not the place to be going through coffee withdrawals after three hours without a cup of joe.