Lena headed into Thomas' room and curled up into bed beside him, though she didn't fall asleep. She stayed awake while he slept to make sure he didn't stop breathing in the night. The fact that he had mixed alcohol and meds did not thrill her and she worried.
Come morning, however, he was still breathing just fine. He woke and sat up with a groan.
"Though you might be worse for wear," Lena said, sitting as well.
"My lungs feel shredded."
"Yeah, apparently you smoked too. Tell you what, if you take a shower, I'll go out and make some breakfast."
As Thomas headed in to do just that, slightly wobbly and obviously not feeling great, Lena headed for the kitchen. She needed some coffee.