Sol woke up to the feeling of needing water. felt like sandpaper, and her head ached but not as bad as she remembers it feeling before she fell asleep.

Before she fell asleep? 

Her eyes flew open, but she still felt too groggy to sit up. She did manage to turn her head though, causing the washcloth to fall somewhere onto her pillow, in the direction of the door, which she remembers Oh Sehun leaving out of the night before. She also remembers waking up to the feeling of a cold rag turned hot, multiple times. It kind of felt like a distant memory was playing in her mind as her gaze shifted from the door, down to her bed. There, Oh Sehun sat with his head on her bed but his body curled up under him on the ground. He must have been terribly uncomfortable, but nobody would have guessed by the sound of his even breaths. 

She was stunned. Suddenly, she was replaying everything that could have led up to this moment. Trying to remember if she'd said something that would have made him decide it was a good idea to stay, if she had somehow willed him into appearing the night before. But that was stupid, Sol wasn't capable of wishing someone into appearing; she didn't have mind powers, even though she used to wish she did when she was younger. Whatever the reason, Sehun had appeared out of his own free will, and he'd spent the night nursing her back to health because of that very same reason. 

She could feel herself falter. She could feel the wavering of her resolve and resolution to never let herself think of this boy as caring again. She couldn't let that happen. So, Sol used all the energy she could muster, and sat up. Her body immediately racked with a pent up cough, making her eyes water, and waking the sleeping figure. 
Sehun practically jumped up, he was on his feet and handing her a glass of water off her bedside table before her coughing fit was even over. Sol took the cup, letting the warm water sting her scratchy throat. When she was done, she leaned over like she was going to set the cup back on the nightstand, but Sehun intercepted and did it for her. There was a second of awkward silence, and then she spoke with a sigh. "Oh Sehun, what are you doing here?" 

"Trying to keep you alive." He answered with a blank face, as if taking care of her was something he did all the time. 

Sol ran a hand through the damp front of her hair, it was so like him to answer a simple question in an aggravating way. "Why are you here?" She asked, hoping he could tell from her voice that she didn't have the energy for this conversation. 

He swallowed, prolonging the moment, "I don't know what the acceptable answer to that question is." His eyes scanned her face and suddenly she found it a little harder to breathe. Not because she had some foolish hankering for whatever might hide behind those words, but because it made her uneasy that he could be hinting at something that she knew was a lie. 

She pushed the five blankets, that had appeared at some point, away as she went to stand up. "What are you doing?" Sehun asked, "You need to rest." He leaned forward as she stood up, hands out to catch her if she stumbled. 

She coughed, "I just rested, now I need the bathroom." She muttered the last part as she walked past him. She hated the idea of him in her room, looking at the photos and things she'd brought from her life in California, but right now she just needed a second away from hi