3. Complete

John finished his meal, for once eating something that wasn't takeout or eggs and toast. He sighed happily, his stomach rumbling contentedly as he savored the last of the amazing tea. He'd have to remember to ask Harry where he'd gotten his tea.

He sighed mournfully after he swallowed the last dregs of the heavenly tea. He debated over whether or not it would be impolite to ask, beg, for more of that delicious tea after everything Harry had already done for him. He'd already imposed a lot, he reasoned. It wouldn't hurt to ask for a bit more; Harry did say I could ask him for anything else.

He slowly climbed off the large bed, aware that he shouldn't move too quickly to stand after being off his feet for almost a full day. Shit, he realized. He hadn't called in sick at the surgery. With a sigh, he resigned himself to attempting to explain himself to an already fed-up boss. He'd probably have to work on his résumé again.

He picked up the tray, carefully balancing the empty dishes on it before moving towards the door. He peeked out of the room, but didn't see any sign of Harry.

"Hello?" he called out softly, stepping out into what seemed to be the living room. "Harry? Are you here?"

There was no response so he glanced through the four other doorways until he found the kitchen before heading to the sink so he could wash and dry the dishes.

Once he was finished, he found himself awkwardly hovering in the middle of the living room. An insistent pressure in his bladder forced him to make his way into the bathroom he had glanced into earlier.

John sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were brighter, the shadows beneath them had receded quite a bit. He really had needed a break. He splashed some water on his face, wiping away the grit of sleep from his eyes before rubbing his face dry with a ridiculously soft towel.

He found himself sinking into the leather couch, staring dazedly at the forest mural on the wall as he waited for his host to return.

He didn't realize he had fallen into a light doze until the door of the flat slammed open with a loud bang. He startled, jumping up off the couch before stumbling as his head spun and his vision blurred.

Warm hands caught him and steadied him against an equally warm shoulder.

John looked up and met concerned green eyes.

"Your flat mate is a complete arse."