Room 417, Wednesday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye has nothing until sixth period. The animals stopped singing a while ago, but she's keeping the damn earplugs in and staying in bed with her head under the pillow and thinking "Yay sleep".

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Damn. "Sorry," he sighs and turns her around, steering her back towards the bed.

[fates_jaye]

"Yay sleep," says Jaye, really damn cheerfully for not being awake. And totally gets back into bed and curls up.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron fusses with the blankets for a moment. He wants to ask her what's going on, but getting a straight answer out of her lately doesn't seem to working. So he lets it be. "Sorry that I woke you," he repeats as he's kneeling beside the bed.

[fates_jaye]

"'Sokay," she says, getting more comfortable and closing her eyes, and nothing's singing to her.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He watches her for a moment and he's really not getting this right now. Sighing, he briefly reaches out to touch her forehead, just to make sure she doesn't have a fever or anything like that. Nope.

"Call me if you need anything," he tells her and straightens up to leave.

[fates_jaye]

"'Kay, thanks, bye," she says, already half gone.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he mumbles and quietly slips out of the room.