He may or may not have heard her at that point; his voice was distant. Reflexive. Soon enough, she could tell that his breathing had shallowed and his eyes closed. He'd fallen asleep. In her lap.
Well, then.
She continued brushing through his hair for several more minutes, not wanting to wake him so soon. It wasn't until she was absolutely certain that he was out for the count that she gently guided his head onto an actual pillow. He weighed a lot less than she would've anticipated, but considering her own petite frame, it still took some effort on her part. Once that was taken care of, she slipped out of the room just long enough to grab a few extra supplies from her room. There was still that sweatshirt of his to be taken care of.
When he eventually awakens, she'll be gone. Back in her own room, resting off the loss of energy from healing him. But his beloved sweatshirt will be hanging off a chair. Dry and clean, all signs of blood removed.
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He may or may not have heard her at that point; his voice was distant. Reflexive. Soon enough, she could tell that his breathing had shallowed and his eyes closed. He'd fallen asleep. In her lap.
Well, then.
She continued brushing through his hair for several more minutes, not wanting to wake him so soon. It wasn't until she was absolutely certain that he was out for the count that she gently guided his head onto an actual pillow. He weighed a lot less than she would've anticipated, but considering her own petite frame, it still took some effort on her part. Once that was taken care of, she slipped out of the room just long enough to grab a few extra supplies from her room. There was still that sweatshirt of his to be taken care of.
When he eventually awakens, she'll be gone. Back in her own room, resting off the loss of energy from healing him. But his beloved sweatshirt will be hanging off a chair. Dry and clean, all signs of blood removed.