it's dark when she wakes up, sleep trying to tug her back into its arms eagerly. it's hard to resist, she'd been having the most wonderful dream, involving @psychnot and copious amounts of kissing. where is shawn? she tries to sit up, wonders for a moment why her side hurts so much... oh yeah, she got shot. typical. though, surprisingly enough, first time it's happened. that explains the fuzzy feeling in her brain, morphine, probably courtesy of the doctor, after all, you can't exactly drop an alien at a regular hospital. what was she thinking about again? oh yes, shawn, and kissing.
hands pat over the bedsheets until they smack into his form next to her. she vaguely remembers pouting until he'd joined her in bed, and perhaps pleading please's for good measure. " shawn? " she shakes his shoulder, shuffling closer until she's almost nose to nose with him. " shawn, wake up. i have a problem. " she waits for confirmation he's awake before continuing, giving him no opportunity to enquire further. " i need kisses. i have a serious kiss deficiency that we need to solve right now before it becomes a bigger problem. "
