Faith's head lulled to the side, her eyelids drooping. Icarus smiled triumphantly. Though they had failed to get her to take the pain medication, he had slipped some in her water when no one was looking.
Faith yawned and then opened her eyes wide, as if refusing to succumb. Noah glanced at Icarus, who was leaning against the wall casually.
"Get some rest, Faith," he said distractedly. "I'll come and check on you later."
He stood, pulled the raggedy curtains closed to block out that bothersome sunlight, and then started away. Icarus followed.
When they were far enough away, Noah spun on him.
"I understand you were trying to help," he said, crossing his arms. "But I don't approve."
Icarus threw up his hands.
"Come on!" He cried indignantly. "I've known Faith for a grand total of two weeks and I already know she'd never take medicine on her own!"
Noah unfolded his arms and began walking away.
"A runner never wants to be caught off guard, Icarus. Especially not Faith," The man said irritably. "Next time, think before you act."
Icarus laughed at the unfairness of it all.
"I understand," Nomad said from the floor. "Noah's worried, that's all."
Prompt: Sleep