Alice helps you home

“Thanks, also, can you help me walk?” you ask, grimacing. She gathers herself under one of your shoulders and you rest an arm around her neck as a living crutch. You and Alice start to walk a slow and awkward gait down the aisle.

As you and Alice are walking, one of your legs, sore as all hell, gives out, and you have to lean on Alice for support.

Except that she’s at least a few weight classes lighter than you, so rather than support you in standing, she merely lets out a cute noise as you push her against the shelf beside you with your weight. You grab her with one hand and the shelf with the other.

“Sorry,” you grunt, trying to get your leg to bear your own weight again. It certainly isn't broken, just sore and heavy and useless.

For Alice, this is embarrassingly intimate. She is very aware of John’s tall frame is pressed against her body, pinning her against the shelf. She squirms, trying to help him stand up straight, but for her it’s like manhandling a large log. His hand is on her chest, grabbing anything for support, which considering her bust, ends up being one of her breasts. Meanwhile she can feel a peculiar dampness pressed against her hip. She gasps. He’s warm and hard against her in a way that is terribly familiar.

Eventually though, you get your feet under you. With Alice under your arm, you and her walk up and out of the now very much empty school library and into the cool night air.

The two of you hobble your way through campus. At one point a group of young students, probably freshman, pass you by. One takes a look at Alice helping you walk and then at you and gives you a stupid smile, as if to say nice catch bro. You frown back as they pass you by, they are apparently unconcerned with your obvious discomfort.

It is a slow and awkward walk in silence to the parking garage on campus. You groan in pain when you climb into Alice’s small sedan, the seats adjusted all the way forwards for her short legs.

It is a similarly silent ride from campus to your student housing complex. She parks her car outside your apartment stairs with the engine running and then helps you slowly up and through the door to your dorm.

“Thanks,” you grunt as you finally let go of her in your living room. You feel like shit as you collapse onto your couch.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Alice asks, tentatively pressing a hand to your forehead to check for a fever.

“I’ll live,” you fake a smile, confused by her overly familiar actions.

“Ok then,” Alice says, taking a step towards the front door and then pausing, “but you should probably sleep in your own bed.”

“Sure,” you say, and she dutifully helps you stand and walk to your room, before collapsing again on your bed.

“Ok then,” Alice says, taking a step towards your bedroom door and then pausing at the sight of Mark’s empty bed, “do you have a roommate to take care of you?”

“He’s over at his boyfriend’s,” you grumble, kicking off your shoes and scooting under the covers.

“Oh,” Alice says, deflating a little while standing in your darkened bedroom for a long moment before continuing, “would you mind if I maybe still come check on you?”

“Sure. Whatever. I’m going to bed. See yourself out,” you groan and turn over to face the wall.

You watch Alice’s shadow on the wall as she stands there, looking at you for a few seconds longer, then walks out of your bedroom, only to poke her head back in before disappearing again.

You sigh and close your eyes, and are instantly asleep.