[ He's not sure what wakes him up first -- the change in her breathing, or the moment she sits up, or the second she speaks -- but wake he does. There's a funny crease on his right cheek from the way he rested against his sleeve (his signature red leather jacket is draped over the back of his chair), and it's clear enough that he's tired from the way his eyes are slightly puffy, with skin darkening beneath them.

But even so, he's up and out of his chair and at her side in an instant, carefully pressing her back into a reclining position. His eyebrows knit together in clear concern, and his voice is soft but stern when he speaks. ]

Yeah? I might have you tell me about 'em when you're not liable to split yourself wide open. Take it easy, okay? Doc says the best medicine right now is to rest.