Trinity whimpered again, still clinging. "Please..." She sniffled. "T-take me to my room. And stay...please..."
Luke nodded, "I can do that." He smiled and stood up. He almost fell over from his legs going into slleep mode, so he had to quickly use the wall as a balance. Once he got them back to there usual self (except from the constant feel of being stabbed by hundreds of needles), he took Trinity's hand and smiled at her. "You ready to go?" He asked and before she did anything, he opened the door slightly to see if the coast was clear for them.
There was no one out there. Trinity whimpered. "Carry me." She said, sounding very much like a child.
Luke thought for a moment and sighed. "Fine." He said as he bent down and picked her up (like a groom would do with his bride). He then carried her back to her room where he put her on her bed. "I should go..." Luke said as he began to walk slowly backwards toward her door.
"Stay." Trinity said firmly. "I don't want to be alone right now. I'm afraid. I want someone here with me. Someone I trust. You."