☆ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (weeps)
The antsy girl with the braids was still laying in infirmary. It’d been a good hour, but she hadn’t actually rested at all. To be honest, she was squirming so damn much it was making Cyril anxious just looking at her. It was clear she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep in her time spent here, he’d overheard the occasional panting and the occasional conversation she’d have—presumably with herself. Had she even tried closing her eyes?
Walking over, he pushed back the curtain in front of her bed to ask how she was faring. Judging by the mile high jump at his entrance, he’d guess not too good. Cyril tried his best to hide his sigh. He strode over, sitting beside her despite her tensing body.
"You gotta, relax dolly. You aren’t gonna get any better just laying there wideawake." Plus, he wanted to get some beauty sleep here too. Damn.
For extra measure, he drew closer, his lips connecting with her cheek. The nurse smiled, getting up from the bed and back to his desk, leaving the stunned girl with a wink.