Eighty-seventh Prompt: Stress

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Lucy watched as Peter basically ran into the room, grabbed something to eat and ran away again.

She glanced left and right and realised that none of her siblings had noticed him.

She slowly got up and whizzed behind him.
From a corner out she saw him disappearing in his room.
She stopped in front of his door and hesitated before she knocked.

She heard something shatter and then she heard Peter swearing.

"Pete?", she asked and opened the door just to find Peter standing half behind his desk and a shattered cup on the ground.

But the other thing that catched her eye were the piles of papers on his desk.

"Peter!", she said shocked.

Peter, who thought she was talking about the cup, said:"I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention to it, but I am-"

"You are tired, overworked and stressed!", Lucy said. "Why didn't you tell us that you needed a break?"

"I don't need a break!", Peter said and turned around. "I am absolutely fine!"

"Peter", Lucy said.
"Your eye bags are literally black."

"No, they're not!", Peter said.

"Go to sleep. I'll do something here for you", Lucy said.

Peter wanted to say something, but Lucy said with a firm voice:"Now."

Peter sighed.
"And you're sure?"

Lucy just stared at him with a death glare and Peter laughed.

"Alright, alright! I'll go to bed!"