His room was dark, and his bed felt incredibly uncomfortable. He shifted, wincing and groaning as pain shot through his body. Even his hair felt sore, but he was stiff, and he needed to move.
A slow beep trickled into his thoughts, and Greg racked his brain trying to remember what in his house made that sound. There was a sudden movement from beside his bed, and he turned his head, wanting to see who was with him, and probably staring at him creepily. He didn't remember bringing anyone home, though, so he was curious.
"Hey, G. How are ya?"
"Nicky? Whatcha doin' in my house?" He made a disgusted face at the grogginess of his voice, and tried clearing his throat.
"Greg, what do you remember?"
"Why?"
"You're in the hospital. You were attacked on duty." Greg tried frowning, but it didn't work, Nick's words jogged his memory, however, and he found himself suddenly recalling the night. He felt tears build up and he choked back a sob, trying to hide it from the older man. He lifted a hand to run it through his hair, but the IV hindered him. Instead, he felt Nick take his hand and squeeze it gently, running his hand over the skin, avoiding the needle. Greg squeezed back, desperate for the contact.
"Nick? Will you stay with me tonight? I kinda don't want to be alone." Nick understood how he felt, and wished that Greg hadn't had to go through this.
"Yeah, of course. Gris gave me the night off. I won't leave this chair."
"Will you lay with me?" he asked, moving over to make room on the bed beside him. Nick nodded, letting go of the younger man's hand to climb onto the bed. He pulled Greg close, till he was half laying on top of him.
"Thanks." Nick smiled, dropping a barely felt kiss on Greg's head.
Their eyes closed in unison, surrendering to the soft lull of sleep. It would be both men's most undisturbed sleep in months, and both quite deserved it.