Slater hadn't slept a lot; his mind was too active and he had a sick girl in his bed so he had occasionally spent the night in another room. The mattresses were less than perfect, and he found himself missing the comfort of his own but then he was far too fidgety to even give them much of a try. He was fickle with his thoughts and the cogs were always turning. He wanted to get Harry back and by God he'd do it soon.
But that wasn't the only point he dwelled on: walking into his bedroom he saw Vivian groaning in her miserable sickness. He'd have to burn the covers or something afterwards.