Room 220 | Sunday Evening

[youcantfollow]

After nearly three days of sleeping, when he finally woke up, the first thing Griff noticed was the serious amount of pain in his back and neck and...okay maybe all over covered it better. His limbs woke quickly once he started moving to get up off the floor, noting the damp spot where his face had been

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[fratboybitch]

"Quit kicking me," Alex mumbled, coming awake a little slower than Griff had. He swatted at the foot even as he got his legs and arms moving slowly.

[youcantfollow]

"Quit complaining," Griff told him, smiling even though his throat felt rather dry and his stomach was grumbling. "You're not the one who died, remember?"

[fratboybitch]

Everything came rushing back to Alex all at once and his eyes shot open. Floor. Floor was not a craggy mattress in his dorm room. Griff's voice. Bright lights.

Alex clambered into a sitting position, blinking at the sudden bright light and rushing of blood back to his arms and legs.

"Holy shit, we're back," he said, sounding oh so grateful.

[youcantfollow]

"Took you long enough," he grinned. "I have never been so happy to see this room..." The relief was overwhelming.

[cutsthestrings]

Yeah, like you didn't think she'd show up?

"That's where you've been?"

She'd been wondering, but now he was awake! He was awake and okay!

...oh, and Karev. How lucky. Whoo.

[youcantfollow]

Griff made his way to the door. "Yeah, seems we passed out in here. Were you looking for me?"

[cutsthestrings]

"Well, yes, you won the raffle we were having down at town hall."

She let that sit for a moment before--

"Yes, Griff! I've been worried about you!"

[fratboybitch]

"He's fine," Alex called from behind him, sucking on a cigarette like his life depended on it yet sounding far more relaxed than usual. "Probably gonna be sore like a mother fucker though."