Convalescing [closed to John for H&M]

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The only thing that Erica wants to do is sleep. Forever. She has no idea how long she has been out, or what's going on outside. But every time she wakes up she's aware of only two things: Her head is killing her, and John's not there. And if John's not there, that means it's still hellish outside

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[yippiekiyaymf]

John walks to the room, checks on Erica, she's sleeping peacefully. Checks on Matt. He's okay too. Goes back to Erica's room, toes off his shoes, and falls face first on the handy bed.

[5thcolumnfed]

When she wakes up again, Erica smiles a little because John is there. She knew he would be. And he's out for now, but someone's left a tray of food. Pulling it over, she takes the cover off, and while it's a little cool she has no idea when the last time she ate actually was, so she digs in. She leaves some for John before pushing it away again and lying back.

You can't really argue with downtime after the few days they've had. Especially when the doctor requires it. Who is she to argue with a medical professional?

Her eyes are closed and she's just lightly dozing, but she doesn't fall deeply asleep again. Just listens to the room.

[yippiekiyaymf]

It's about twelve hours after he collapsed on the bed, that John even moves. And even then it's just to turn to his side. Then about half an hour after that, he yawns and stretches, and makes 'I'm disgusted with the taste of my mouth' noises, and finally, sits up.

[5thcolumnfed]

Erica opens her eyes, watching him. She doesn't say anything at all, just takes him in. Glad he's breathing.