"Bill's on the bus. He asked me to wake him up. We stopped but I really didn't feel it. He woke up an hour ago and said he was sick. Probably from standing outside your car in the rain," Tom approached Sesha, who was pumping gas, and began to ramble, "but he is out now. Totally dead. I couldn't wake him up even if I wanted to." Sesha chuckled, wondering why Tom was telling her all this useless information, "am I supposed to-?" "Go see him?" he interrupted "yes." Someone has been waaaay too sleep deprived, Sesha told herself. "Okay," she placed the gas cap over where the pump had been and flipped the lid closed. "Gustav and Georg are in the bathroom," Sesha began to walk away from him, "so, you've probably got ten minutes." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Thank you," she placed her keys in her pocket, "Tom."

Sesha smiled at the figure sprawled across a single bunk. Bill's arm hung over the side and he was breathing softly. She had no desire to wake him up what-so-ever. As she walked closer to him and knelt by the bed, she noticed he was shaking. She grabbed the blanket hanging around his ankles and pulled it up to his chin. She REALLY didn't want to leave him alone in this bus with these boys while he was sick.

"Gustav always complains because the other guys won't let him drive," Tobi was present on the bus, this knowledge escaped Sesha's knowledge, "you can ask him if you can stay and he can drive your car."

"Tobi! I-I didn't know you were here," she jumped up anxiously and became embarrassed.

"Do you love him?" Tobi left her no time to add on to her statement.

Sesha's jaw fell and she was suddenly unable to speak, "I-I'm sorry? Did you just ask me-?"

"Do you love him? It's not a hard question. Yes? No?"

She chuckled nervously…anxiously, "I don't really want to answer that question."

"Why not?"

"Because. It's none of your business," she replied, half angry.

"You do," Tobi decided.

Sesha sighed anxiously, "I don't know. No."

Tobi raised his eyebrows, "I can always tell when someone's lying. He loves you, too. Everyone seems to notice except you two. Guess your blind."

"No! How come your forcing this on us? If we don't like each other you can't change that. Neither can Gustav or Georg or Tom or anyone else."

"-You get mad a lot?"

"Only when someone's being an annoying dufus."

"Dufus?"

"Yes, dufus. Doo-fuss! Dufus!"

"Well, I'll go see if the guys are ready. I suggest you straighten things out."

"Everything's straight!!"

Sesha's eyes followed Tobi. I don't love you, she told herself repeatedly while she looked at Bill, lying there, asleep. Do I? His body made noise against the sheets when he shifted. She knelt by him again, "God, you're so confusing." She wondered what he was dreaming. Judging on his facial expression, it wasn't a nightmare. This guy, it was awful seeing him, then again, not seeing him was way worse. He had become a major part of her life and she had to face the facts-she needed him around.

"Hey, Billa," Tom called, running onto the bus. Sesha jumped to a standing position.

"What?" Bill rose quickly, smacking his forehead against the plastic ceiling that lead to Georg's top bunk, "ow."
"Oh, sorry," Tom's face turned red, "I can go back out now."

"Thank you," Bill began slowly, "Tom. Go."

Sesha chuckled while Bill placed his hand on his head. "Oh, my Gosh," she noticed his nose was bleeding, "you've got a nosebleed."

"Are you serious?" He groaned and headed toward the mirror and noticed his forehead was bleeding as well.

"I'll get a washcloth."

Bill held his nose plugged while Sesha wetted a washcloth and walked back to her bleeding friend.

"Ow," he announced before she pressed the rag against his forehead.

"I haven't even touched you yet."

"I'm just practicing."

She chuckled at him and covered his cut in blue washcloth.

"That wasn't so bad," he announced.

He watched her nose crinkle in disgust at the sticky, red liquid trickling down his nose.

"Hey Sesha," he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

She smiled at him, "yeah."

Bill's cheeks rose as he smiled, looking over the girl who knelt before him, "you're beautiful."

"What?" pure shock coursed through Sesha.

"Sorry, I must've hit my head pretty hard. I was under the delusion that you were pretty."

"Delusion, huh? Because Tobi seems to think you love me."

"So does Tom."

"Do you?"

His stomach flipped. How could he answer a question like that? -Honestly?

"N-no?"

"Tell your guard that," Sesha ran the washcloth over his mouth again. His eyes fell closed.

I love you! I love you! I love you! She wanted so badly to scream it to his face. "So, Girly Boy, looks like you need to watch where you're putting your face."

"I'll try."

"Because I really don't want to touch you again," she crinkled her nose while she smiled. Maybe he wasn't delusional.