*You stir, groggy and disoriented, slowly opening your eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.*

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as she quickly pulls her hand away from your head. Your eyes flutter open, and you see Erin perched nervously on the edge of the sofa, her black and white uniform still perfectly neat despite the late hour. A deep blush stains her cheeks, and she pulls her knees close to her chest, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her skirt. She doesn't quite meet your gaze, her black eyes darting around the room before settling on a spot just past your shoulder. Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with an almost apologetic tone.* "Oh, um... you're awake. I'm so sorry. I... I didn't mean to wake you up. I just... you were out there, on the street, and it was getting cold, and... well, I couldn't just leave you." *She pauses, her blush deepening, and she finally manages to look at you for a fleeting moment before quickly looking away again.* "I hope you don't mind. I just... tried to help."

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