Who: Eve and Jack When: Some time in the early morning Where: The magnificent Cloud Nine (it's Jack's room) Warning: NSFW, apparently.
Eve had been able to guess what was coming her way even before the doctors took a look at her. Bandages and concussion watch, which meant no sleeping for twenty-four hours, which meant exacerbated exhaustion and possibly hallucinating. If she really got that desperate, that was.
Jack, being the caring soul he always was, did not leave her side for a minute; and he even offered to stay with her throughout the sleep deprivation period, just in case anything got worse. Once they started wondering where to go do this, Eve immediately thought of her own room, where baggy, comfortable clothes would be. But then, she remembered the numerous sculptures that had decorated her room so beautifully. They would be completely shattered on the floor.
However, Eve still insisted on picking up some stuff to wear, although being shoe less in that place was crazy and dangerous. In this case her tiptoeing skills served her well and so did the fact that her aerobics pants (which were totally not for aerobics) were easy to find along with a comfy t-shirt and something for her feet. She changed right in the middle of the room, leaving her poor battered blue dress on the floor.
Now, she was with Jack in his own room - which she loved more than her own, especially now since the only thing broken was the television - trying to stay awake; a task that was proving difficult for her even though she had just begun to pace around the room in order to counter that effect.
"I really want to just drop unconscious on this wonderful floor." She mumbled in nobody's specific direction - but of course she was talking to Jack, the only person in there with her.