Room 707.

[thedigitalpimp]

[ooc: from here.]

Mouse closes the door, then leads Shelley over to the bed.

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[shelley_winters]

She sits, and shuts her eyes. She's still trembling, but not as badly as before. "Thanks," she says, voice sounding rough. A tear falls down one cheek, and she wipes it away shakily.

[thedigitalpimp]

"It's what I do," he mumbles. He puts an arm around her and looks at her cut.

[shelley_winters]

She winces. "It's just a scratch, I think." She leans against him. He's warm and comforting and safe. She shudders as her traitorous brain replays the werewolf running towards her, and her inability to move.

[thedigitalpimp]

He puts the other arm around her and holds her close. "It's okay," he whispers, trying to make her feel better.

Next morning.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley wakes up, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. Her temple feels sore, which prompts her to remember how it was hurt. She sits up and sees Mouse asleep on the floor. She feels guilty, as it looks uncomfortable.

You didn't need to do that, she thinks.

[thedigitalpimp]

Mouse wakes up, blinking. He stands slowly, rubbing one of his shoulders. "You okay? How's your head?"

[shelley_winters]

"It's okay. Did I fall asleep on you? I'm sorry, I don't think I was quite... normal." She looks apologetic, and a bit concerned at the shoulder-rubbing. "Are you alright?"

[thedigitalpimp]

"Yeah, you fell asleep. No big deal." He twists his head a little, moving his shoulder around some more. "I'm fine. I just slept on my shoulder funny, that's all."