Rie smiled. Don looked so peaceful, except for the tears that lingered on her cheeks. With the edge of her sleeve she wiped them off, and gently lifted the sleeping girl. She still had her room, so she carried Don into it.
She put her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her--of course, the covers had been down, since somebody would've taken Rie to the asylum if the bed had been made. She took one of the pillows and a blanket from the drawers and settled herself on the floor beside the bed. She put her arms behind her head, and stared up at the ceiling contemplatively. What a day--and it wasn't quite over yet, was it, she reminded herself. Likely not, days seemed to last longer at the Inn than they did in other places. Well, she had nowhere to go, and Don was sleeping like a baby.
This gave her some time to think. Now if only she could organize all the chaos in her mind to form some coherent thought...but no, she was awfully tired...
Before long, Rie was asleep, too.
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"Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"
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