Farrah shuffled around looking for the right medicine. The boy had been asleep for days and she was very worried. He seemed like a nice kid, somewhere near her age, and definitely somewhat attractive. She poured a little of the medicine onto a rag and began to clean out his wounds again. Singing a song she'd heard on the radio the other day. "Baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms, i'm finding it hard to believe...we're in heaven," she was the only one in the room besides the sleeping boy, so she didn't care how loud she was, and she knew her voice, like the rest of her, was beautiful so it wouldn't matter anyway.