If someone could get me some water, that'd be great.
Rubbing hard at her eyes, Molly bit at the inside of her cheek to compose herself and took in a deep breath. She pushed herself up to stand and decided that it was time for sleep, and moved over to the bed in the opposite corner. Don’t be a creep and fucking watch me sleep. It’s bad enough Dylan did that.
He shook his head vehemently, he wouldn't be like that piece of shit. "I wouldn't do that to you. I just want to make sure you fall asleep alright and then I'll head back." The water and food still sat untouched and he wondered if he wasn't there, would she eat. Maybe he was just making it all worse for her. Instead of leaving, he did the first thing that came to mind and started humming. It was quiet but loud enough to hear in the silent hallway. He hummed the song he used to sing her to sleep with, hoping it would soothe her a little bit. It was a memory even the Capitol couldn't have touched, or so he hoped.
