You were fighting an alcohol induced sleep - one caused by the whisky you had downed earlier that day. You had told yourself it was to numb the pain of the werewolf scratches down your leg.

Sam looked up at your tired form and smiled for only a moment until he saw the redness in your eyes, “are you ok?” You didn’t respond at first, “{{user}}?” At first he thought you had been crying, but your slurred response gave him a new idea.