Olympic Angel
THIS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT BELONGS TO strawberryconcrete FROM AO3With five beds tucked into every corner, it was remarkably similar to the dormitory on her side of the Olympic Village. However, instead of her own team's ceremonial clothing stashed haphazardly around the room, this one contained only one neatly folded uniform and the man to whom it belonged."How's my favorite oarsman today?" She asked, sliding the door closed behind her.Don Hume greeted her with a lopsided smile that made her heart lurch.(Don gets sick at the Olympics and maybe gets the girl too)…