Room 313, Saturday afternoon
After a week spent in the makeshift clinic, watching over people and generally feeling nice and helpless for the most part, watching her grandfather get sick to a scary degree and then topping it off with having to drag a sick boyfriend in before the cure was finally found. She'd stayed late, too much of a realist not to expect someone to relapse, though she was relieved that no one had.
She'd gone to the memorial, too. She hadn't known the boy, but after this last week she felt it only right to pay her respects. Afterwards, she came back to her room, feeling weirdly out of place here now that everything was over. Not that it stopped her from flopping onto her bed, because once she stopped using Jedi techniques to keep herself going, she was really kind of exhausted.
And that was why she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
[Establishy.]
She'd gone to the memorial, too. She hadn't known the boy, but after this last week she felt it only right to pay her respects. Afterwards, she came back to her room, feeling weirdly out of place here now that everything was over. Not that it stopped her from flopping onto her bed, because once she stopped using Jedi techniques to keep herself going, she was really kind of exhausted.
And that was why she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
[Establishy.]