Sam was taken aback when Aimee bid him a goodnight. It was something he wasn't used to, but he appreciated it all the same.
"Goodnight everyone" Sam said, resting his head up against the window.
Ashelin rolled her eyes at all these biddings of goodnight. She looked out the window and away into the night before looking back down at her wrist. The blood hadn't run at all since this new bandage had been applied and she was grateful for that. Her eyes rested on George for a moment, then over her shoulder at Sam and Aimee. They don't trust me.. They are learning She thought, somewhat satisfied.
An hour passed and Ashelin was still wide awake. The wind got up and blew Sam's blanket across the road and all the memories of being ill with the virus suddenly came back to her. She held her hands up to her face and could see them still trembling them. The virus was gone, but it had left her body frail and weak. Before Ashelin could stop herself she burst into silent tears. She just prayed nobody was awake to see her breaking down like this. It was as if the shock had only just got to her.
(Bed time for me :C I'll be online from about 7.30 again tomorrow =3)