[Lovebite]

Morrison slept for a while, almost a whole day and when he stirred, it was night again, he wasn't sure how long he had been there. Being sick made it almost impossible to keep track of time, even with his growing stomach, he wasn't even sure how far along he was. A hand stroked over his belly and he noticed that it was his own as he laid there on his side in the warm bed. His other hand beneath something warm, he looked up and saw a strangers back, a head of long blonde hair. He opened his mouth to say something but his mouth was dry and his voice was weak so he went silent again, turning his head to look out into the room. It was quiet, expect for crickets and light rain, reaching over with the hand that was on his belly for the glass of water on the table beside the bed. His hand was weak though and he struggled lightly before knocking it over onto the floor with a clink, he groaned in complaint. Laying back again with a sigh as his eyes closed again, tired just from that little movement.