by Steve Rogers 5/23/2013, 1:15 am
By the time morning came around, I was still awake, much too worried to allow myself to fall asleep that night. The only time I left my vigilant watch, was a half an hour or so before Victoire had awoken; I went downstairs to the lobby where free breakfast was being served. I brought up some eggs, sausage, fruit, and a waffle for Victoire in case she was hungry when she woke up. It was raining heavily outside, and bitter cold, so I turned the heat up.
Yes, I was a worrier, and yes I was a kindhearted person. But I never usually went out of my way to help someone like this. But this time, with Victoire, it was different. I knew what it was like to be sick, and cold and not have anyone to care for you. It was miserable. I suppose I didn't want her to feel the same.