Jamie had been puttering around the kitchen, getting himself something to eat, anything that wasn't hospital food. He'd been sitting with Maddy most of the night, and he'd finally been persuaded to go home and sleep. (Actually, he thought his grandmother or Aunt Char might haul him out by his ear, but that was semantics.)
The plan, ideally, was to eat a sandwich or something, and then fall into his bed and sleep until the next morning. That plan sort of went to hell when Serenity came into the kitchen, wearing one of his dad's shirts. And from what he could tell, just the shirt.
"Hellooooo," he said, drawing the second syllable out dubiously.