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Kia leaned back, "That's good to hear." He had a chance then. She didn't seem to be one to play the game though, which was a refreshing change. He didn't know it, but he has a small smile on his face as he was leaning back, now looking at the ceiling.

Kia then yawned. "I think it is getting late. After everything last night, I didn't get much sleep." He rubbed his eyes as he said this. "However, I think I should probably have one more bag for the night." He didn't want to say it, but at least this time he might be able to sleep with the blood going in, instead of staring at it.

Kia visibly cringed. "I would rather not. It just doesn't seem... right." He was still really uncomfortable with the concept, weather he would need to or not. He didn't want to until he had to. "I think it would be best if you did. I can take one out, but I can't put one in." He hoped off the table, giving a stretch. "I'm definitely ready for bed. No doubt about that."

Kia nodded in agreeance. "I'll get changed first. It can be difficult to get changed with a rope attached to your arm. Plus, you haven't shown me where the clothing it yet." He didn't have anything to wear, besides his boxers. He really didn't feel like sleeping in those again, as she could come in at any time. Bad enough she already saw him in them once before.

Kia got up and followed her, "Don't worry. You weren't the only one distracted." The comment could be taken either way. Either he was flirting with her, or it was about something else. It sounded like it could easily be a flirt, but in this case, Kia was referring to the fact that he couldn't breath at the time.

"Alright then, I'll just grab something, "Kia stated as he bent over a trunk and opened it. He rummaged through, finding a pair of cloth shorts. They would do. Then he found a sleeveless shirt. "I'll take these, to go." He balled them up in his hands, to carry to the bathroom or the room he was shown before. Deciding on the bathroom, he ducked inside. "I wont be long." Within moments of closing the door, he was changed and had the door opened again. His old clothing was in a similar ball in his hands as his night cloths were a moment before. "See, not long at all."

Kia heard her. "Sure. I'll meet you there." He left for his room, as she went for her med kit. He settled in a little, sitting on his bed when she got there.

"Thankfully for me, you know how to insert an IV." He held out his arm for her to do her thing to it. He watched, as he always did. He hated feeling the needle go in, but he would rather watch and learn than leave it all up to others.

With a tired smile, Kia nodded his head in thanks, "Thanks again." He laid down on the bed now, setting up his pillow and the blanket. He was tired, but something was screaming for him to stay awake still. He wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but he had that feeling again. Like he was being watched. He tried to shrug it off, but it was like an itch between the shoulder blades. Nagging at him to scratch.

Kia was surprised. He didn't jump, but he was awake to hear the door open. "What are you doing up? Its late and you should be asleep." Kia was rubbing an eye as he slid up onto his pillow, using it like a back rest. He hadn't slept at all, despite how tired he was. He just had that funny feeling. Just because he couldn't sleep, didn't mean she shouldn't. He was probably still reeling from last night, as well as the nightmares of that night.

A creak could be heard outside, but it sounded like nothing out of the ordinary. Seemed to just be a branch rubbing against something. The wind didn't seem to be blowing though, or at least not strong enough to be heard through the windows.

Kia thought it was odd for Kalia to say something like that. "Well, I'm fine, but I do know what you mean. I've been feeling like I've been watched sense this morning. Like there are a set of eyes looking at me from every corner."

Kia was still trying to shake off the feeling. "I'm sure it is just something left over from my dreams. I'm sure it is nothing. Been trying to sleep, but this feeling just wont let me."


The sounds of night time moved again, this time it was a small skitter on the roof top, like a squirrel was running up there. Or maybe an acorn fell from a branch onto the roof and rolled down the shingles.