Another long deep breath, this time with just a small cough right at the end, but not one bad enough to make her open her eyes. Her throat still burned, her guts hurt and her head pounded and her nose itched but his big hand on her forehead soothed her, maybe toward sleep, maybe toward passing out again. It took several strokes and several breaths before she could start to feel herself slipping. "Mmmkay," she mumbled, hand loosely curling around one of his lapels, holding onto it like a comforter. "Love it when you take charge, babe," she managed the smallest of smirks for him, before letting her face relax too, and the exhaustion start to take her.