[ Despite the events of the evening and the alcohol in her own system, Dan Heng doesn't sleep that well. She stations herself on the couch, for one, as if guarding her drugged roommate, and the couch is far from comfortable, typical dorm room fare. Then there's the headache pounding at her brain where she was hit, something that even a dose or two of ibuprofen doesn't want to send packing. It's probably best then that she doesn't sleep too much, to make sure she's not concussed or something...
and of course once that thought surfaces, sleep becomes even harder to reach.
Before she knows it, it's morning, and Dan Heng hears Ren's door open, hears the other woman come padding out of her room, hears the shame in her voice as she starts to talk, and... ]
No. No, you didn't.
[ Dan Heng turns to look at her, expression gentle and concerned, a quiet smile meant only for Ren's eyes even as she searches the other woman's face. Ren will notice something even Dan Heng hasn't yet in the dark bruise spread over her left eye socket. ]
Actually, you were drugged.
[ A sigh as she gets up from the couch, moving around to peer into the other's face, as if searching for signs of sickness or discomfort. ]
no subject
and of course once that thought surfaces, sleep becomes even harder to reach.
Before she knows it, it's morning, and Dan Heng hears Ren's door open, hears the other woman come padding out of her room, hears the shame in her voice as she starts to talk, and... ]
No. No, you didn't.
[ Dan Heng turns to look at her, expression gentle and concerned, a quiet smile meant only for Ren's eyes even as she searches the other woman's face. Ren will notice something even Dan Heng hasn't yet in the dark bruise spread over her left eye socket. ]
Actually, you were drugged.
[ A sigh as she gets up from the couch, moving around to peer into the other's face, as if searching for signs of sickness or discomfort. ]
How are you feeling?