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The whitette stared blankly ahead, contemplating the events that had previously transpired. Across the small room from her lay the unconscious body of a rather short young man, taller than her perhaps but small nonetheless, that she had found several hours prior Strangely dressed he was, clad in a uniform she didn't recognize, armed with odd weapons she likened to a cross between a giant box cutter and a scalpel.
She had been horrified the moment she saw him washed up on the bank. She had thought him dead until she saw the steady rise and fall of his chest, a relieved sigh leaving her lips.
She had carted him all the way back to the little cabin she had stumbled upon, marveling at how no matter what she did, or how loudly she yelled, the boy would not wake.
So there she sat, watching him for any signs or distress or movements to awaken. The whitette hadn't left the spot for hours, her legs falling asleep, crossed one over the other.