JP was feeling innumerably sorry for himself. Whatever had happened last night couldn't have come at a worse time; he'd been working with one of his tricker abilitites and had been sitting with his legs crossed already bleeding from the nose as he looked at the Limbo grounds from the moon. The information overload was always intense, but right as he'd managed to start trying to pin down the specifics of what he wanted to look at rather than half the planet he got struck by what he could only describe as a fist to the brain.
Despite not being on the same floor as those that got it the worst, the combination of the psionic attack and his own strain at using his abilities knocked him unconscious. He'd woken up at 2pm on the floor, a crick in his neck, pain in his back and a thumping migraine that was legitimately robbing him of his vision. He'd managed to get himself something to drink and crawl back under the covers, just wallwowing in self pity and intense pain because he could do nothing else.
When he heard a knock at the door, he managed to drag himself up into a seated position. He looked much better at least than he had done earlier on that morning; he didn't look quite so much like he'd been reanimated and run over by a truck but he was still able to feel his pulse in his temple and he just felt generally wiped out. He hadn't even checked the network, but had assumed something funky had happened because the pain he'd experienced last night that wasn't part of his powers was definitely not his in origin.
Julian's concerned voice drew a small smile to his lips despite how shitty he was feeling and he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, let yourself in, Jules." At least he didn't have to open the door. He did try and look little less like a mess by straightening his hoodie and as the door opened he was turning the blood-stained pillow over from the nosebleed to end all nosebleeds.