A Lighter and a Flashlight

Comfort

This is likely to be a shorter chapter, but, I'll see...

Seven's POV

I had been coming to deliver breakfast to Six.

I was relatively happy, my mood unaffected by any unfortunate accidents.

Everything was going well for me.  It was my lucky day.

The same couldn't be said for Six.

When I got to the last bend in the vent, I heard it - soft sobbing.  I picked up my pace, hurtling toward Six in new determination to help her.

I stumbled out of the vent and turned the corner to see Six, laying down - asleep?

I crept quietly over to her side, kneeling down next to the edge of the suitcase.

Is she really asleep?

I waved my hands on front of her face.

No response.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and I tenderly wiped at them, 

Should I wake her up?

There appeared to be more, certainly drier, tear trails on her face.  She had been crying before this as well.

The thought of her being sad tugged at my heartstrings.  I felt my resolve to let her sleep crumble,

She's sad, I can't leave her like this.

She rolled into her side, facing me now.

 "...Seven..."

 A fat tear escaped her eye and I gingerly picked it off with my finger.  The large round drop sat on my finger, glistening slightly.  I wiped it off into my jacket.

I momentarily forgot about waking her up, curiosity getting the better of me.

 "...Seven....Seven...no...."

 Why is she crying?

I looked down at her face, and she winced, as if in pain, her eyes pushing out two more tears.  I watched as they traced the contours of her cheeks.

 "...please...I need you..."

 Is she having a nightmare?  About me?

 "Six, don't worry, I'm right here..."

 "...Sev-en," She choked on her sobs, "...Seven pl-ease..."

 " Shhhhhhhh... " I lightly wiped her salty-wet bangs from her face, "Shhhhhhhh..."

 I let my palm rest on her cheek, it was warm.  I moved it up now, diligently pressing the back of my hand to her forehead, warm as well.

Could she get sick?!

I looked around the room, bingo!  There was a pipe in the corner, the one Six drank from, and that would be perfect for cleaning her up!  I smiled at my luck. In a nearby barrel there was a cloth hanging out.  Perfect.

 "...Seven..." Her crying had calmed down significantly.

 "Shhhhhhh..." I lightly pressed my lips to her forehead, "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

 Her breathing evened out, and I sighed in relief.

I picked up the cloth and smelled it, it was strangely clean smelling, considering how long it could've been down here.  Deeming it was worthy of my beloved Six, I took it over to the pipe.

I let the clean water soak the fabric of the cloth.

 "...Se-Se -ven..." she choked out a few more pitiful sobs.