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Clara wakes! Well, it's really no surprise. She's rather hungry, and for some reason she has a craving for cookies. So veeeerrry carefully she untangles from the covers and starts to climb towards the foot of the bed. Her mission should she choose to accept it? The pantry.
Riley sleeps, well mostly, as you move he half-stirs, blinking vaguely at you. "Heya."
Clara pauses in climbing off the bed to blink at you owlishly, then grins entirely too broadly. "Ssssshhh. Be very, very quiet. I'm hunting cookies," she explains, landing on the floor silently to start the trek towards the unsuspecting cabinet.
Riley blinks a few times, but shifts to watch you engage in this activity. "Careful. They bite back. Could you hunt a cupcake too?"
Clara bites her lip, pausing to peer back with a fair impression of uncertainty. "I don't know. They're awfully crafty. But I'll try for you," she offers most bravely, then sneaks up on the cabinet and opens it slowly, then darts a hand in to pull out a box of cookies.
Riley stifles a sleepy snicker, watching in amusement. "My heroine."
Clara makes a show of sneaking up even more carefully on the bag on the kitchen counter, then snatches it. It obviously fights back from the acking and struggling sounds she makes before she crosses back to you with a liberated cupcake. "They're -evil- this time of year," she breathes. "Whew."
Riley shifts up to sit upright, tugging a blanket up around his shoulders. "I am simply -amazed- at your confection conquering prowess."
Clara laughs affably, offering the cupcake. "It's an artform. I've been perfecting it for years. How's your chest, love?"
Riley accepts the cupcake with a murmured thank you and a frankly adoring look. "A little sore, but I can breathe now."
Clara reaches a hand to your hair gently before shaking her head a bit. "We'll wait till morning to remove the oxygen, then. It won't hurt you to have a little extra while you're still filtering the hypothalidrine."
Riley sighs softly at that, taking a bite of the cupcake. "Sorry," he apologizes, "I must admit to not being big on tubes."
Clara squeezes your knee gently before liberating a cookie from the package. "I know you're not, love. It's why I didn't hook you up to an IV. I would like you to down another glass of water before going back to sleep, though. Will you?"
"If it gets me out of an IV, in a heartbeat," Riley replies in a bemused fashion, taking another bite of his cupcake. "If there's anything worse than one set of tubing, it's two sets."
Clara chuckles softly, munching a second cookie before rising to head back to the kitchen. "See, and you get to go off it all in the morning. Nothing like when you were shot. Did you sleep well during your nap?"
"Sounds good to me," Riley murmurs, licking the pudding from his fingers. "Crazy, crazy.." He nods, "As well as ever, yep."
Clara returns with two glasses of water, extending one as she sits back down, expression solemn. "You're still not sleeping well?" is her quiet question.
Riley accepts the glass with a murmur of thanks, sipping from the glass. "It's not as bad as all that really. I'm sleeping fine."
Clara continues to watch you for a long moment, then nods slowly and filches another cookie. "Okay. I'll take your word for it."
Riley sets about draining the glass systematically, as it's easier than coming up with an answer for that. As he finishes it he looks somewhat triumphant, "Tube avoidance concluded."
Clara can't help but laugh at that, the faint worry lines vanishing from her brow as she offers her own glass. "Sill thirsty?" she asks. "You're welcome to mine. I can get more."
Riley shakes his head to the question, "Not particularly. I just wanted to make sure there was no needleage going to be inflicted. Thanks though."
Clara regards the cookie box for a moment, then seals it up and gathers both glasses to return to the kitchen. Returning empty-handed, she drops back to sit tailor fashion in front of you. "This is going to sound silly...but thank you for not dying." Yes, she's serious. Someone hit her with a nerf bat. Silly woman.
Riley reaches for one of your hands, "I couldn't have done so, love. Not with you here."
Clara laces her fingers through yours, nodding slowly, quiet for a moment before looking back up and reaching to put her other hand atop yours. "Maybe we should try to sleep a bit more. Do you want to work tomorrow?"
"Depends on if you're going to be upset if I want to," Riley replies rather sheepishly. "Sleep might be good though. Lots of sleep."
Clara rolls her eyes and abruptly does her best attempt of the sick-person tackle, trying to push you back to the bed and kneel over you if she can. "I will go with whatever you suggest, sir," she notes, rather amused. "And yes, sleep is good."
Riley is more than willing to be tackled back, as he's quite obviously worn out even by this brief period spent awake. "What's all this sir stuff. Not a sir... Sleep is lovely."
Clara leans down to steal a brief but gentle kiss before climbing under the covers at your side, reaching over to rub your chest carefully. "Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir," she taunts, amused. "I love you, though. How 'bout you sleep in, then do a half shift tomorrow?"
"R'mind me to poke you," Riley protests quietly, although he sounds amused. "Sure, sounds good. Sounds fair."
"Yes, dear," Clara agrees compliantly, dutifully closing her eyes despite a faint grin. "Goodnight, love."
Riley is asleep shortly thereafter, too tired even to curl up properly around you.
Clara doesn't seem to mind, and merely resumes her position of being half sprawled across you that she'd adopted earlier. It's warm, not to mention comfortable. And really hard to kick you in this position. The cookies must have done the trick, because she snoozes soon, too.