He didn’t know what to do at first. Seeing her unconscious in the library, surrounded by books and papers. It was even depressing to look at. He couldn’t even imagine what SHE felt like.

He tried waking her, but it was no use. It was no wonder, considering the four empty cups of coffee, the empty bottle of Adderall, and the weeks of homework under her unconscious torso.

“Sigh… Why do I do this to myself…?” He groaned, lifting her from the seat as he slowly dragged her back to her dorm.

Eventually, he got back, and laid her down in bed, slipping off her coat and her skirt, leaving her in her leggings and white Tshirt. He was busy struggling with her shoes, trying to get them off.

“Damn… things… get off…!” He whispered, trying not to wake her up.