44. There are 44 holes in that ceiling tile.

Sylvie squinted her eyes making the holes blur together. She'd hoped counting something, anything, would help her to fall asleep. Three ceiling tiles later she was ready to admit defeat.

The hospital was as quiet as one could be at 2am. People occasionally walked past her door. She'd heard voices earlier, rushed and urgent, they moved away as quickly as they'd come.

Sighing she rolled on to her side and squeezed her eyes shut.

1 sheep, 2…

"Nope!" Sylvie pulled herself into a sitting position. She just couldn't sleep. Her 20-hour marathon sleep had thrown her off completely.

Pushing the blankets away she turned and planted her feet on the floor.

Someone had brought slippers and a dressing gown from home. Putting them on she wondered over to the door.

Kyle had been so insistent that she rest Sylvie half expected to see him outside patrolling the corridor. Cracking the door open she peered through the gap. No Kyle.

Letting out a sigh of relief she opened the door wider and checked both directions. There was no one at all. All was quiet.

Feeling a little guilt, she pulled the door closed behind her and headed towards the sign with a picture of an elevator and an arrow. If she was lucky she might get all the way to intensive care without running into anyone.

An odd tune was playing in the lift as it rose upwards. She closed her eyes and hummed along to it. Feeling a small sense of peace at the simple act. The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Looking up she sucked in a breath.

"Sylvie?"

"Hi" she smiled weakly.

Matt Casey stood his on the other side of the elevator doors a look of pure confusion on his face. They stared at each other a moment too long and the doors started to close again. He quickly shot out a hand, the doors lurched and pushed open again.

"Hi" he smiled. "You getting off?"

"Yes… Yes" she smiled nodding her head rushing off the elevator. She pulled on her the belt of her second best dressing gown and hoped he didn't notice the fraying ends.

"I heard you were asleep." He said as they turned to face each other.

"Can't sleep" she said. "20 hours was more than enough for me."

"I'd have stopped by." He scratched his head a little and she noticed a bandage on his forearm where his sleeve was rolled up. Without thinking Sylvie reach out her hand and grabbed the arm turning it over so she could see the bandage.

"What happened?" she asked

He didn't answer. Looking up she notice him staring at her hand on his arm, his head titled slightly, his eyes hooded. She quickly let go and took a step back.

"Sorry shouldn't really be grabbing people like that…"

"No I… it's just a burn. Minor burn nothing to worry about." He replied taking a step closer. "Really"

She swallowed "Sure it is!" she raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

"Its been checked out and everything." He held a hand to his chest. "And I promise I will keep it clean and get it changed,"

She tapped her foot and smiled up at him. The tension she'd been feeling earlier gone.

"I was a bit worried about you all." She said.

He was watching her and listening carefully to what she was saying. She liked it when he did that.

"I wanted to see how they were doing." She gestured toward the doors marked intensive care.

"Ah" he looked towards them too and then back at her. "They just kicked me out."

She shrugged. "Thought I might get away with it being all" she gestured to herself "pathetic and what not."

"What not?" he smiled.

"It's a phrase."

"Sure it is." He nodded the smiled widening. "It's really good to see you."

She smiled. "You too. Though next time you can visit me." She whispered the last part.

He ducked his head and looked up and down the corridor. "Okay"

They lapsed into silence Sylvie looking at the doors to intensive care again. She could see someone moving around inside their head passing by the two small round windows every so often.

She flicked her eyes to Matt again. He was looking at her again.

"So…" she let the word lie there a minute watching as his head tilted slightly. "Are you going home?"

He smiled and shook his head no.

She turned her head to the side and raised her eyebrow.

He sighed and gestured towards the elevator. "The others are in the café down stairs." He reached out and pressed the button to call the elevator back.

She smiled then frowned turning to look at him. "Don't tell Kyle!"

He looked down. "Sure."

The doors opened and they stepped on together.