<em>Ingrid [3am-ish] with Morgan.  Getting… in the bed?  For SHAME! </em>:P<br/><br/>She wasn't quite sure what he was doing when he went away, seeing his shirtless back and the way that his muscles moved under his skin.  She wasn't one for ralphing and she hadn't drank enough to really make her vomit.  Unless she got heartburn, she'd be okay. So far there was no sign of the worrisome acid.  When he started moving again, she noticed some bruises on his back and she worried for him.  Had someone hurt him?<br/><br/>What in the bloody, all fire hell was he doing?  She didn't get it.  When he returned to her and held his hand out to her, his words sweet and kind, she nodded.  She was a bit embarrassed to go to his bed… she could go to her own but that one still smelled like Daniel's cologne and she'd rather not burst into tears again.<br/><br/>A slender hand took his and she stood, wobbling a bit on her legs and her steps unsure.<br/>