Kate's mind was also foggy enough, having just woken up, to fully understand what was going on. She instinctively held onto his arm, noticing how he was zoning out. Had Matt hear anything? Had he been beaten and followed?

He was exhausted, that one thing she knew for sure. Up for almost a two days and one night, beaten up and handling a rough day at work. But these fresh wounds?

Suddenly, Kate grunted, grimacing as she scooted aside, making room on the double bed. Before Matt could complain, she grabbed a fistful of that black t-shirt, tugging onto it and encouraging him to get on the bed.

"You need to lie down. You're barely sitting up, Matt." There was no room to argue. He surely knew that tone well by now.