Emma

When we arrive at the Bergmann Villa Jenny is slowly able to walk on her own feet again, me holding on to her and supporting her more for comforting reasons than anything else. Apparently the fresh air has done her good. She's still looking tired and pale and her smeared mascara isn't helping to make her look like um,...not being trashed, but apparently she's better even though she hasn't said a word since we left school.

At the door Luzi says goodbye, promising to go back to school and find out more about what's going on there and what Ronnie and Sophie did to Jenny. Even if it must be through Frank. I thank her for everything she's done and for being the great friend she is while she only smiles and shakes her head. "Emma. Anything, anytime, yeah?" she says and does quotation marks for her next word while rolling her eyes, "'Superstar' or not."

After I lead Jenny up the stairs and into her room, I let her and my bag which I carried, fall to her floor before I carefully pull her blazer from her shoulders, while she silently stands in her room and lets me take it off, apparently having no mind to my doings.

I take a look at her face and I notice her features seeming numb and her look being far away. So I take her hand and give her a smile when she looks wondering at me. I pull her to her bed, sit her down and kneel down in front of her. I push up on my knees and cup her face in my hands, bringing her eyes to mine.

"Are you okay?" I ask, stroking her cheekbones with my thumb.

She nods and closes her eyes at my touch, while saying, "I'm feeling cold and...so tired." Her body hunches down with her words and I nod, brushing her hair out of her face. "Okay, then let's get you out of this."

I let her face go and reach down with my hands to collect her new seeming striped shirt...is she picking up on my taste of fashion? Um, well, I collect her shirt in my hands, look up at her for her okay, which never comes, and pull it up her torso, being glad when she lifts her arms up to actually help me and my task.

When I'm laying her shirt to the side of the bed, she already leans back and lays down on her bed, having pushed her shoes off and pushing with her hands on her black leggings to try and get them off. I can't stop myself from smiling at her weak attempt and uncontent face about it not working. So I reach out and gently push her hands away before grasping her half pulled down leggings to pull them down her beautiful slender legs myself.

She looks appreciative at me and when I stand up to get one of her long shirts which she sometimes wears to bed she glances insecure up at me and aks unsure, "Will you stay?"

I give her a smile and nod. "Of course I'll stay."

After picking up a shirt from her closet I walk back to her and kneel down on the bed, pulling her up in a sitting position again. She reaches behind herself and undoes her bra, letting it slide down her arms before flinging it to the end of the bed. When she looks at me I smile at her before holding out the shirt in a way that she only has to slip her arms and head in. After she did I pull it down her body and righten it before I push off my shoes and crawl into bed behind her, enclosing her in my arms hoping that after she slept a bit she'd feel better again and I could ask her all the questions that kept floating around in my head.

While we're laying there, together in her bed, I feel her cold fingers brush over the back of my hand and hear her mouth opening before after several moments she says, "Emma?" Her voice is small, rough and quiet and the way it sounds makes me feel uneasy, since it sounds like there is something unpromising looming in the air of the near future.

I swallow and draw my arm tighter around her, pressing myself to her back, my mouth touching her bare shoulder in order to have something to hold on to. "Yes?"

I feel her draw a deep breath in, her back pushing against my chest while her thorax widens. "I,..." her voice chokes and now I'm alarmed, because her voice doesn't choke. It simply doesn't. The breath that she before has taken in streams out of her again and with it a wavering thick, "Thank you."

I sigh relieved, having seen who knows what coming.

"It's okay,"I say and give her a squeeze and kiss to her shoulder.

In response her body starts shaking and the hold she has on my hand starts to hurt the way she's suddenly tightly clutching on to it. I hear her start to cry and am motionless and perplexed for a few seconds by the sobs of her which are suddenly filling the room.

"Hey...?" I question unsure what's going on and try to stretch my hand which is in her possession and quickly starting to feel numb. I try to turn her around until she gives in willingly, turns around herself and flings herself into my arms, burying her face in my neck.

"Hey." I cradle her in my arms and hold her to me, assuring hurriedly, "I got you. I got you, okay?"

"I'm sorry," she cries and her tears are wetting my shirt and neck. "So sorry."

I have no idea what she's talking about, but I simply stroke her hair offering comforting, "It's okay."

She shakes her head no but doesn't say anything else anymore but instead just sobs into my shoulder while her body shakes. I'm a little bit overwhelmed and not sure what to do or say. I never saw her crying before, upset yes, but never really crying and even less that hard. So I'm kind of glad when after a while of just holding her her crying quietens down and her breathing calms down until it eventually evens out and she seems to have fallen asleep.

I keep stroking her brown hair and kissing her head, while wondering what just happened and if there was much more to it than Ronnie drugging her after all.