Rafe was leaned against the doorframe, watching the puddle of blankets and pillows move slowly, the soft breathing filling the room.

It'd been almost a week and a half since your best friend, and his sister, Sarah, had actually seen you. You only got out of bed to shower, eat, and use the bathroom and she had had enough of you barely taking care of yourself.

John B had tried, JJ had tried, Kie and Pope had tried. So she called in the only other person she could think of to get you to finally care about yourself and get out of bed. Rafe. Of all people.

He slowly walked into the room, looking around as he softly sat on the side of the bed. He placed his hand on your arm, shaking you gently.

"Hey. Come on, get up, yeah?" Rafe spoke, watching as you stirred for a moment, pulling the dark green duvet over your head.

“No. come on, no more bed-rotting." He tugged the blanket down, his voice firm as he spoke to you.