Half an hour passes.
The hot water bag goes from lava of doom to nice warm hug.
I'm doing absolutely nothing except staring at the clock.
7:30.
Wow. Amazing. Time really said not today.
I still have one and a half hours before work.
My body hurts. My brain hurts. Existing hurts.
Yeah. Sleeping sounds like a solid life choice.
"Jiang," I mumble, eyes half-closed. "Don't worry, I'm fine now."
He looks at me like I just announced I'm going to wrestle a volcano.
"If possible," I add quickly, "can you just… lay beside me? I wanna cuddle something."
I pause, then squint at him.
"Wake me up at 8:30. Don't miss it. No ambulance. No dramatic screaming."
He freezes for a second.
Then very carefully, like he's defusing a bomb, he lies down next to me.
"Like this?" he asks softly.
"Yes," I sigh, already scooting closer. "Exactly like that. You're warm. Don't move."
He doesn't.
One arm hovers awkwardly, then settles around me like he's scared I'll break.
