Rose woke as John did, jerked awake by his response. "John? Are you alright?" Almost unconsciously she took his hand, trying to soothe him but confused as to what to do to help.
It had been a very strange few days for Rose, she had often ended up sleeping between two versions of the man she loved, though because of how ill they both were and the pain in her own feet, she hadn't slept at all well, and had become tired and grumpy, though she bit it back as much as she could. None of it was their fault.