Jackson still couldn't believe he was carrying her. She wasn't even giving any signs of resistance back. He looked down and looked at her sleeping as he carried her. The whole thing was just confusing. Shaking his head a little he shrugged the thought off and continued down the ship.
They entered his small cabin-like room which had a small bed at the side. The whole room was a mess to begin with. A wall was littered with notes pinned on the wall that had a small desk against it. There was a mess of cloths lying around and the bed also was not even attempted to have been made. The only thing the room had better was the air quality but other than that it was illuminated with moody lighting. If she looked she would also see empty bottles littering the floor.
In this room he placed her on the bed and propped a pillow under her head. He stepped back and placed the bottle of vodka on the small desk with the rag next to it and then moved to his other drawers in the room and started to look for things, making some noise in the silence of the room. His breathing was the only other thing noticeable as well as he breathed quickly and a little heavily.
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