She had stirred. Allowing a soft groan to escape her as she awoke, her gentle honey colored eyes had soon slid open and fixed on me for a moment or so. I suppose she hadn't been expecting me to be watching her, as she seemed shocked, and just looked away. Her eyes seemed to hate the idea of so much as glancing in my direction. Then she spoke:
"How the hell did I get from there to here?"
It was a question that to be honest: I wasn't sure of how to answer, but I tried to nonetheless.
"You had a nightmare. You calmed down when I came close, but then you'd show signs of discomfort again. I was trying to help you get some sleep..." I tried to explain. "I…I'm sorry."
To my surprise, she seemed to understand, and didn't seem angry at all.
"Oh." The young blonde had replied, showing no signs of wanting to move, so I assumed that she was still tired. "If you want to return to sleeping…then do so. It's not even morning yet, so I see nothing else that you can do other than sleep."
"What about you?" she asked, much to my surprise.
"What…?"
"I mean that… You must be tired. I doubt you're getting much sleep like this." For some reason that was beyond me, she actually sounded like she cared. Maybe she was even concerned…No, that was probably my imagination. Nobody cared in such a way…after all, who could?
"I'm fine…"
"Are you sure?" she asked. Elena still sounded tired, so I assumed that this would be her final question. Somewhere inside, I knew she was a lovely girl underneath the tough exterior she'd tried to build for herself, and she had proved this to me by showing such concern.
"Yes, Elena. I'm sure…Go back to sleep. I may not be tired, but you are..."
To my complete and utter surprise, she didn't scowl or show any negative feelings. Instead, she just smiled and fell asleep once more.