She didn’t flinch when he pressed the needle to her arm, it honestly didn’t hurt her as much. She watched as he injected her with..whatever that was, she couldn’t remember. She admired how gentle he was attempting to be with her, and how softly he was holding her arm. She only winced when he rubbed her arm, though the pain quickly subsided. She’d gotten shots before, she knew what to expect, so it didn’t bother her. Though, she appreciated how open and informative he was trying to be with her. When he praised her for, well, not screaming she assumed, she smiled, looking up. “You’re talking to me like I’m a child,” she laughed, shaking her head, amused. Everything he did strengthened her feelings for him, even if only by a tiny bit. They were growing.<br/><br/>When he offered his hand down to her, she glanced at it before reaching up with a smile, taking it. She pulled herself up, making sure not to pull him down with her and nodded, too tired to argue. “As long as you don’t need it, I’ll feel bad.” As they walked back, she bit back her smile and shrugged to him, thinking that it was perfectly luxurious, at least to her. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, this entire set up is amazing.” She spoke truthfully, looking over to him. She walked over to the bed, glancing behind her at him and smiled, turning to say goodnight. She almost went to hug him, or even kiss him, she wasn’t sure, but hesitated, something stopping her this time. Even when he had hugged her earlier that same day, she had felt the small sense of panic as collateral from her past. However, once she hugged him back, all of the fear and doubt went away, if only for a moment, she felt peace. Playing it off, she gave his hand a squeeze “Goodnight. And thank you, seriously, for everything.” She spoke sincerely, as she knew that without him, she may not have even been alive. She took a deep breath, the thought of their impending doom no longer hanging over her head as incentive, and kissed him on the cheek.<br/><br/>As she wrapped herself in the blanket, watching him walk away through the cracks, she realized that for the first time, she was happy. Sure, they may not have known each other that well, but he ignited something in her that she hadn’t felt in, well, ever. Sure, before the fall she had a ‘boyfriend’, but she was in the 7th grade, it didn’t count. She’s never felt this way about anyone before, and it almost scared her, but excited her at the same time. She shook the thought away, as thinking about it did nothing to calm the butterflies in her stomach when he spoke, and closed her eyes, happy she could finally get a good night rest.<br/><br/>Or could she?