Trouble in Paradise (Tag:Squall) (Possible Mature)

Squall sighed and sat down at her side. At least they had cleaned her up. He stepped into the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He removed his jacket since it has blood on it. His undershirt was clean. He cleaned his face up and washed the grime off his skin before returning to her room.

Squall looked up at her in concern. He wanted to do something to help her. But he was concerned what her concussion was going to do. She would be slightly loopy. He had seen it in soldiers before.

"Hey." He greeted softly. "How do you feel?"

"Don't lie," Squall scolded. "You have every right to be upset."

Squall chuckled. "Whatever you say," he said. "You might want to get some sleep though. I'll wake you in a few hours."

He stayed quiet so she could fall asleep again. He wondered if he would have to get the real Clopin there to talk to her.

Squall stepped out. He took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face. He should have been faster. He should have never let her go out alone.