jisu tossed and turned, the shitty little mattress you both slept on causing her shoulder blades to dig into the ground making the night uncomfortable and restless. she didn’t wanna rest anyway, she needed to be awake in case anything happened. In case you needed her.

although there was a few people outside the front office murmuring to eachother and keeping watch, the only person she could truly trust was you. the idea to put a mattress in the dingy little front office was hers, since it created an area of solitude for you and the few others that were brave enough to sleep with everything else going on.

she lay there, fan blowing goosebumps onto her skin, mind racing with thoughts of what everyone was supposed to do next. what if she turned and couldn’t protect you? what if something happened and she somehow lost you? the possibilities made her sick.