5:43pm

                                    

                                          
Once Astra finished cleaning the bathroom, she put all the blood soaked towels and their dirty clothes in the washing machine to wash.
She wasn't planning on going home tonight, so she could change back into her own clothes when they were washed and dried.
After she pushed 'start' she walked back to Orson's room to see him laying in bed. He was still laying in bed with his eyes closed, his arms wrapped up in bandages, just like when she left him there to clean the mess up.
He tried to help her clean up, but she didn't let him. She made him lay in bed, he could barely even stand.
Astra walked over to the small drawer across the room and went through his clothes until she found some shorts and a t.shirt. His clothes were just a bit big on her, not like her other friends, but she didn't mind.
She liked how they were almost the same size. 
She had always been on the small side, but Orson was just a bit smaller than her. Thin wise. He was a little taller than her, but he was definitely skinnier, and she knew that wasn't a good thing.
"Orson." Astra whispered as she walked to his bed and gently climbed into it.
He didn't move.
She slowly and gently climbed under the covers with him, trying not to wake him. When she was comfortable, she turned to face him and leaned the side of her head on her hand as she reached her other hand out to move some of the hair out of his face.
"My hair is long I know." Orson whispered to her, and she looked up at his face, but his eyes were still shut.
"I like it." Astra smiled.
"I need to cut it."
"No. I love it." Astra scooted closer to him.
She gently stroked his cheek with her thumb, and smiled when his eyes opened and landed on her face. He looked exhausted, dark bags visible under his eyes, but he gave her a small smile anyway.
She noticed the cross necklace hidden a bit beneath his shirt, and she took that moment to ask what she always forgot to ask since the day she first saw him. 
"What does the cross mean to you? Are you religious, or just wear it because you want to?" Astra didn't know if that question was too personal or not, but when he answered, she relaxed a bit. 
"The cross means love." He whispered and reached behind to unclip the necklace to hold out for her. 
"What do you mean?" She asked, curious now, as she leaned forward a bit more to get a closer look. 
"Well, when I see a cross, the first thing I see is arms wide open in a hug, maybe to hug a loved one, or just to hug someone who needs to feel love. Maybe someone is struggling, and they just need to feel love, and the cross always has its arms open to give that hug to everyone and anyone who needs it. " Orson said. 
"Damn. " Astra whispered as her eyes moved from his necklace to meet his brown ones, and he was already looking at her. 
"You can have it if you want. " Orson grabbed her hand and set the necklace down in her palm, but she quickly shook her head. 
"No, I can't take-"
"It's okay, I want you to have it. It won't do me much good once I'm gone. " He said quietly. 
Astra's heart broken at his words. She hadn't noticed before, partially because she wasn't looking, but now she could see it. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while, and it hurt her heart to see how tired and broken he looked.