[Much as Elle hates being any imposition as a guest, it's three in the morning and the glass by her bedside table is empty. Her throat's parched and she needs a drink. Tiptoeing to the kitchen, she pours herself some water from the pitcher in the fridge, sipping slow as she leans her back against the countertop. At this point, she's practically half-asleep, just seeking to slake her thirst before going back to bed. That is, until a particularly loud groan perks her ears.
What is that?
Creeping quietly down the hall, the noise grows louder as she nears Emery's room.
Is he all right? Having a fit?
Thinking nothing of it, she flings his bedroom door open and immediately regrets it. Her hand immediately rises to cover her mouth, stifling a gasp.]
sobs
What is that?
Creeping quietly down the hall, the noise grows louder as she nears Emery's room.
Is he all right? Having a fit?
Thinking nothing of it, she flings his bedroom door open and immediately regrets it. Her hand immediately rises to cover her mouth, stifling a gasp.]
Oh...