David had watched as Michael woke up. He was sitting next to the bed, but just up behind the curtain and out of Michael's view.
He knew he'd get the blame. He'd have been a little upset if he hadn't. As it was, Michael's shout made him grin with the familiarity of its tone. He stood up and moved closer.
"I'm here, Michael. Where else would I be? I had to check you were okay, didn't I? How would it be if I'd left you for dead, now? I wouldn't be much of a friend if I did that, would I?"
He moved further down the side of the bed. "This place. Would you believe me if I told you I found it like this? I've hardly touched it, you know. Couple additions here and there... but not as many as you might think."