<div class="floatright">(http://www.short-haircut.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Jessica-Alba-Bob-Cut.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 30th- midday?!<br/><strong>Location</strong>Room 202<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Troy<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong><br/><br/>After Troy had deposited Libby back in her room with the promise to return later, Libby headed straight for the shower, she stood under the pounding water, training it right up and her skin began to turn red from the heat. The brunette replayed the moments after the shifter had saved her life over and over. He had insisted on carrying her to the clinic to get checked out and apart from a mild concussion she was fine. The nurse had given her some pills to help her sleep, and advised she lay down for a while. Troy had kept his arm around her as they had walked back to his room. Her skin seemed to hold an invisible brand where his arm had been encircled around her.<br/><br/>Libby washed her hair and removed the reminants of makeup, drying herself she slipped into her pajamas. Rummaging through her desk she found an envelope, slipped her key inside and wrote "Troy" on the front. Opening her door, she placed the envelope under the black doormat she had placed outside her room. A corner of the envelope was just visible for anyone who would look.  Closing the door she locked it from the inside. Padding bearfoot over to the bed, Libby popped the pill given to her at the clinic and clambered into bed.<br/><br/>She lay there for what seemed like hours but was more like 5 to 10 minutes her mind lingered on Troy's face, the feel of his hands supporting her. Holding her, his warm voice saying<strong>"I've got you kitten. It's going to be okay." </strong>sent an odd warmth through her and she was now actually starting to like being called kitten. A small smile crept across her features as her eyes drifted closed and she slipped into a dreamless slumber.