John's hands are really cold.

You're almost asleep by now, but he doesn't mind. He just chuckles a bit with an absent-minded smile as he continues to poke and prod at you.

He's been at it for an hour now, looking at diagrams and references while trying to find all the equivalent bones beneath your skin.

It's nice. Having someone this close. And he keeps mumbling the names of your bones in that quiet voice that makes your eyelids all heavy... it also doesn't help that you picked your bed to lay on.

"And that's the last vertebrea... and the scapula..."