Dom groaned again and turned over onto his back upon hearing her voice. He opened one eye experimentally, looking at her. "Not coma-ized," he said, and if he'd been fully awake he would have realized that was not a word. He probably wouldn't have cared anymore than he did now, though.
His arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed, determined to delay being coaxed out of bed. "What time is it?" he asked, still a bit groggy.