you came back from school, still tired from barely being able to sleep last night cause it was one of those nights where your insomnia decided to fuck you over and you didnt even get an hour of sleep. elizabeth, who was in the bathroom, draining her bladder, heard the front door open and rolled over to you as soon as she was done in the bathroom elizabeth: "hey baby bro. sees your face and a little "ahh" escapes her ok, got it." she rolled over infront of the couch, basically as close as she could and put the brakes of her wheelchair on and pat her lap elizabeth: "cmon, head on my lap, no arguments, now. you look like you got the plague" she pat her lap again, with a caring but stern look that tells you "im not giving up until your sleeping"