Take her home.

You slowly make the trek back up to the dorm, one hand around Melody's slumped shoulders as she sniffled and sobbed in the rain. Her depressed sighs filled the air around you and it hurt to look at her red, puffy eyes. You can feel her head lean against you and she can barely walk.

You eventually make it back to the dorm and get her up to your third floor dorm room. She continues to lean against you as you get her into the room. After closing the door, you lead her to the center of the room and stare at the soaking wet clothes on her body. She looks at you, her eyes distant and vacant.

"I need to take these wet clothes off you, okay?" You tell her, not trusting her **** self to do the task right. You hope it doesn't spark her back into her horny, sex-craved rants from earlier. She merely nods. With shaking hands, you reach down and grab the bottom of her shirt. She liftes her hands over her head and allows you to slide the shirt off her easily. You try not to stare at her chest or the ample clevage sticking out from the bra. Trying to avert your eyes, you reach over and undo her skirt, pulling it away from her body. Your eyes catch a glimpse of her pale ass as you notice she's wearing a thin blue thong. It takes all your willpower, but you look away.

She doesn't say a word to you, but turns to the bed. You pull the covers down and Melody crawls into bed reluctantly. You pull the covers up and she turns away from you. "Good night." You say, but you get no response from her. Sighing, you walk over to your half of the room. Melody was in a bad way and you could only hope she would be better in the morning. But now what? It's late so you should go to sleep...but you don't feel especially sleepy.