Something was in the room. Tony could feel his heart jump up into his throat, but he kept his eyes squeezed closed, tension in his shoulders tugging painfully at the crick in his neck. Wait-- of course someone was in the room.
Someone behind Jess sucked in a deep, wakeful breath, then gave a quiet groan. She had hogged the big, plush, silk-dressed bed and, apparently, didn't even appreciate it or the sacrifice Tony had made to his posture slumped in a chair a few feet away. Not that he was sleeping. He was watching, the whole time, totally focused. "Hey," he interrupted. "Hungry or something?" It wasn't as though she had anywhere important to be. Not if they had done the job right. Tony forced his spine to cooperate and pushed out of his seat, rolling his neck and shoulders as he slouched toward the bed and knelt to stretch across it, head in his hand to see what kind of damage Jess had done to her IV and squint up at her irritably.