Charity's head falls forward against your chest as she nestles closer to you, her body relaxing into a boneless heap. Her breathing slows and deepens as the drug takes hold, lulling her into a contented sleep. You stand there for a moment, taking in the sight of her pale skin and messy hair spread out across your chest like a living blanket, feeling oddly protective and possessive.

You lay her down on the discolored mattress, her body heavy but relaxed against yours. Her breathing has evened out into soft snores as she drifts off to sleep beneath the dim light of the single, dusty bulb hanging from the ceiling. For now, at least, she's safe and sound...and in your debt.

The thought bothers you a little more than it should, but you push it aside for now. There's still work to be done tonight.