Room 209, late morning

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For once Aeryn sleeps in, though when she finally does wake up she's definitely feeling better than yesterday. Between the air conditioning and the fan, it's actually pretty cold in the room, which she's not really minding. She's still a little tired, but sits up anyway.

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John's not awake just yet. He's also curled into one of the most uncomfortable positions he's ever been in and, somehow, the pillow's under his feet.

Don't ask.

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Once Aeryn remembers why it is that John's on the floor instead of in the bed, she kind of stares at his positioning for a moment, but stands up to pull the blanket from the bed. It's dried since the ice melted on it yesterday, and she lays it over him.

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"Tapioca is gross," he mumbles, stretching out across the floor. "Chocolate is better. Yay pudding."

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Aeryn probably doesn't want to know. Instead she finds one of the water bottles, not completely finished from yesterday, and fixes that problem, sitting back down.

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He grimaces in his sleep before suddenly shouting, "Gross!" and shooting up off the floor.

He blinks blearily and looks around.

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"What's topeka?" she greets him, because she's never heard of it.

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"The capital of Kansas," he says and rubs his eyes. "Where am I?"

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"My room," she tells him. "Floor."

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"Oh, right." He blinks and looks around and then back at her. "How're you feeling?"

He wants to touch but doesn't wanna add extra heat.

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"Much better," she says. "A little tired, but better."

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"Good," he says and stretches his neck. "You look better. Not as red faced. Anything I can do?"

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She shakes her head a little. "Thank you for yesterday," she says.

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He shakes that off and stands up, stretching and cracking his back.

"You feel better, that's all I need," he says, rubbing his shoulder. "The floor is hard."

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"Sorry," she says, maybe a little shyly because she didn't think about that.

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"Stop it," he says, shaking his head. "You needed to sleep alone and I wasn't leaving. Need anything to drink? Eat?"

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"Still not hungry," she says, but graps the empty water bottle and stands up. "I can get it."

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"Are you sure you're okay enough to do that?" John asks, immediately moving closer to her.

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She nods. "I am," she tells him with a little smile.

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He hovers anyway, just in case. "I can get it, honey."

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Aeryn sighs, but hands him the bottle, because after yesterday, she's not arguing with him.

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He trashes the empty bottle and pulls another one out. He hands it to her and then rubs his arms. It's a little cold.

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"You can put clothes on," she tells him gently, taking the bottle.

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"I'm okay," he says, shrugging. "I'll get used to it soon and we're not turning the A/C up or the fan off until you're all the way better."

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She takes his hand, putting it up to her cheek to show him that she really is okay.

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"You're not warm anymore," he says but is still reluctant to add his body heat to hers. "Should you go to the clinic, just in case?"