<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie wasn't looking directly at Marcel as she spoke. She kept her head turned in his general direction, but that was as far as she could go. She felt shaky, weak and cold, almost as though she was feverish. The girl had no idea whether or not she was, and there was no way to know now. All she wanted to do was rest and regain her strength. A part of her was afraid to sleep, though. What if he attacked her again in her sleep and drained the rest of her blood? That thought in her mind made Missie struggle to keep her eyes open.<br/><br/>She could hear as the man spoke, either to her or to himself, but couldn't really make much sense of what he was saying. She didn't really notice morning was coming either. Her sight was still too blurry to make the world clear. And in no time, that blurry vision turned to none at all and finally to full on sleep.<br/><br/>When Damian knocked on the door, Missie was deep asleep, not even having noticed when Marcel touched her hand. She didn't notice when Damian picked her up, still wrapped in the blanket, and took her across the corridors and back to the room she had left hours ago. Only when the man placed her back on the bed did she blink and opened her eyes slowly, feeling the bed cold under her body.<br/><br/>"D-Damian?", she whispered faintly. "What happened?", Missie completed. it was unclear, from her expression, whether or not she remembered what had happened in Marcel's room. Her mind might be blurry, or she wanted to know if Damian would lie to her. That was anybody's guess.</div>