It wasn't long for Medina to fall asleep. In fact, the second she had her head on her pillow she was out like a light.
A usual side effect of overthinking for Medina was nightmares. All her scared thoughts. All the fears. Condensed into a few moments of terror that had her panting, trembling and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Automatically she was up and out of bed, blind and deaf to what was going on around her. Usually she'd go try to play the lullaby the calm herself down, unused to nightmares as she was.
Except her Stranger was still here and when Medina rushed back into the room after being gone for barely a half hour - though now she looked exhausted and tired - Media just stared at the doorway for a moment before she pressed her back against the wall, sunk to the floor and curled up in a ball.
She could pretend to not be here.
Just someone being nearby was comfort enough, even if the person nearby didn't want anything to do with her. Before long, having snuck in, Medina was asleep again, her head on her carefully raised knee, the other tucked under. It wasn't the most graceful of positions, but eventually she was on her side, fast asleep again to the comfort of the occupied room and piano playing.