[Marley]

Braylin had closed his eyes initially to focus on not throwing up, to keep bike from rising into his throat and burning his mouth. Within a few seconds of doing that, he found himself already nearly half asleep; he was caught in that weird net between being totally asleep and absolutely awake, aware of his loud surroundings but not having the energy to do much about it. The couch was nice and comfortable and the further he drifted off, the more the loud music in his ears seemed to be drowned out. He probably would've fallen asleep on the couch if it hadn't been for the shaking that drowsily woke him up. 

Braylin opened his eyes and lifted his head, blinking as trying to regain his composure as he took note of who was talking to him. Had James been here when he'd came in? To miss him he no doubt was out of it. "Yeah, I know..." Braylin shifted on the couch and sat up straighter, tugging at his scrubs in the hopes James hadn't already noticed his swelled abdomen. "M'car is outside," he slurred tiredly, fishing around in his pockets for his keys.