"I'm so sorry. T-That's the last time I'll say it. I promise. Sorry." Jessica's fingers intertwine with yours. You can feel her body tremble, can sense that she's trying to get her breathing under control— but she can't stand the thought of leaving you.

Jessica had swooped in and saved you; yet she was still shouldering a sense of guilt and fear over your condition.

"Do you mind if I stay?" she blurts out. Jessica looks dead tired, but she's insistent: "It'll, y'know, make me feel better."