Jayee came back to check on him four hours later, to find he had kicked off the covers and was shivering. Sighing softly, she fixed the blanket over him and couldnt help but to gently wipe away some dried on mud that was on his cheek from earlier. A small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she saw how peaceful he looked for once, she jumped slightly when his eyes opened sleepily. He stared at her as if she was some kind of angel, making her slightly uncomfortable since she knew she was far from it.<br/><br/>Before she could say anything though, his eyes were closing again and he was falling back asleep. The next thing he said caught her off guard however.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Even angels deserve cry."</span>Jayee sat back and looked at him for a few minutes, a slight frown creasing her features. It was late into the night and she started to feel the exhaustion that tugged at her, threatening to consume her like a black tidal wave. Shaking her head, she decided she could think about it later but as for now she needed sleep. Going back into her bedroom, she changed into a blank tank top since her white one had a bit of blood on it and took off her shorts but didnt replace them. Liking to sleep in her underwear and a shirt, she climbed onto her mattress and passed out the second her head touched the silky mattress fabric. She had given her blanket and pillow to Paul, not thinking twice about the fact she might get cold without a blanket.