Mikey blinked slowly awake as something rustled to his left. If he hadn't been lying on an unpleasantly hard surface he might have ignored it and gone back to sleep. As it was, feeling the floor and not a mattress beneath him jogged his memory enough to remind him where he was and what situation they were all in.
Rubbing his face blearily against the hood of his sleeping bag, he felt around for the pillow that had been propped under his head the night before. The Hall was mostly silent so there was no urgency about getting up and he needed a minute to sort through his finer thoughts.
He found the pillow over to his right and an empty sleeping bag just below it. Beyond them he caught sight of Spencer, still sleeping, and very nearly shuffled over and tucked himself beside him. There was a reason they hadn't done that the night before, though, so he forced himself to look away instead with a quiet sigh.
The empty spot between them belonged to Gerard if he remembered rightly, and he thought he did. There was no-one else who would've dropped their head onto his shoulder in the middle of the night and promptly started snuffling away.
Sure enough when he raised his head and peered about he spotted a familiar figure with messy black hair walking over towards the area they'd set aside for the injured children. Something in his chest twinged as he thought back to the way Gerard had carefully tended to each and every one of their bitten the night before, even with exhaustion visibly weighing down his shoulders. Pushing up onto his elbows to look about properly, he wondered if there was a way to silently summon his brother back over and stuff him inside his sleeping bag with no fuss.