Go to bed (Alone)

Regaining composure, you sit up. Tred from today's activities (fucking and being knocked out), you decide it best to go sleep. You begin to rise as Morgan is still cleaning himself. He takes notice and swiftly comes to your side, helping you. You chuckle, "I think I'm fine. You're treatment did wonders." Smirking as finish speaking.

Morgan's voice took on a sultry tone as he retorted, "Good to hear, but remember if you ever need some more treatment, my door is always open for you." He puts a robe around you, tying its waistband, "It's chilly tonight. This should keep you warm." You thank him as you leave the infirmary.

After several minutes, you reach your quarters. Hanging up your robe, you plop down in your bed. You drift off to sleep in no time.