This is life.

83 ➤ A big surprise

---Quick reminder that Britney still has blonde hair lol---
(Obviously it's past 1am so excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes or plain stupid shit it's the best I can do rn okay? k thanks)

Dinner for today consisted of Jason and I ordering room service yet again, merely because we are both too exhausted to cook or go out to a restaurant. Apart from that, I spent the rest of the day finishing off any given assignments from school. Jason and I both work silently until it is almost midnight before he insists that we go to bed. I save my work and close my MacBook and rub both of my arms. We had both changed into our sleep wear and gotten ready to sleep a few hours ago. It was a cool night so I felt comfortable in a singlet and Panama pants. I'm not too fussy about what I wear when I sleep knowing that ultimately no one will even see me.

As I remove the hair tie front my hair, Jason is first to get into bed. "How was seeing her today?" I lay down beside Jason and sigh. "She's not happy being there but they must be doing something right cause she seems overall to be better." I close my eyes. "What do you mean?" His hand holds mine under the covers. "She says she doesn't fit in the crowd there. Which I agree because apparently all of the people there are either actually suffering mental disabilities and not illnesses, or they're killers. Which is scary to think about." I exasperate. "She'll be released soon so hopefully she can tolerate it just a little longer." "Yeah I hope so." I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling in thought. "I still can't help but worry about her." "Well what's there to worry about if she seems to be making progress?" "Fair point. But I'm still going to worry about her. She's my friend." "I understand." He yawns. "It'd be best to sleep now. We need to be rested to have enough energy to get to the airport and back to New York." "You're right." I nod faintly and close my eyes once again, this time to pursue a proper good night's rest. I've been awake for over 24 hours now, my body won't allow for me to be awake any second longer.

When I fall into a deep slumber I'm awoken all too soon by the sounds of the shower running. I stay in bed a few more minutes until Jason reveals himself from the bathroom. His hair was glistening as he held a towel around his torso. He leans against the door for a moment to breathe heavily. "What's wrong?" "You would think that with a shattered knee, you wouldn't be able to walk at all. But here I am, over-estimating how long my knee can handle my weight. Now I can't walk. It hurts too much." I pul off the covers and walk over to him to offer assistance. He leans on me as I guide him to the bed. "Thank you. Sorry for making you get out of bed, it's early and you deserve some rest." "It's alright, I was already up. Stay here I'll get some clothes for you. It's been a while since I've chosen your outfit of the day." I go to his suitcase at the bottom of the bed and search through the many articles of clothing, which has me curious seeing as we're only here until this coming night.

"I have to be somewhere important so choose something nice." "You want a suit, I'm guessing? They're all you ever wear." I pick a blue dress shirt, and a grey suit along with a black tie. I also get him a pair of black briefs. "I can dress myself." I hold the clothes away from him and shake my head. "Shut up and let me help you." "Don't speak to me as if you control me." "Jason you keep forgetting all that I've been through. Do you really think I'm scared of you anymore?" I poke his cheek to prove my point and he sighs. "Make it quick, please." I first pull up his briefs, making sure to be delicate with his legs. He allows my hands to slide up his muscular thighs under his damp towel. Afterwards I put on his shirt and do up each button individually before putting on his tie for him. As he puts the jacket on himself, I pull up his dress pants, making sure to leave his left leg exposed. "Where's your brace?" "I left it in the bathroom." I retrieve the item quickly and drop to my knees in front of him. Lifting his left leg gently, I tug on the brace before positioning it in place and tightening it. "Is it too tight?" I watch his reaction as he straightens out his collar. "No, make it tighter." He orders.