It was midnight and though she should have been sleeping it was hard to sleep in a foreign bed. She had slept in Holt's bed, in a hospital bed, in one of those hospital chairs for visitors, and now this bed but this one had been the last straw. She had to get used to it, though, if she was going to be staying there.
It was midnight and she decided to finally call him, though she wasn't sure how to say what she needed to say and how to do it without sounding so much of a mess that it would worry him.
When he answered she rolled onto her back and was silent for a beat.