John was stiff and still for a few minutes, just lying there, waiting to fall asleep. But he was cold, and he couldn't ignore the knowledge that it was important to keep warm when you had lost as much blood as he had. Still, he lay there another minute before picking himself wearily up, just enough to slide under the covers with Chas.
The exorcist didn't really seem to care if he was invading the kid's space.
He just stretched out again, on his stomach once more, and closed his eyes. Tried to sleep. All he wanted right now was sleep. As tired as he was, he was surprised that he didn't drop off right away. The exorcist shifted again. Maybe he just hurt too much. Probably he should have looked for aspirin.