Speedster advil and a lot of water gets him through til morning, when he's somehow able to finally manage sitting up without worrying he's going to hurl up everything he ever ate since he became a time remnant.
In the back of his head, somewhere, he's thinking about what happened last night. The kiss to his forehead, the fact he got so drunk, and it didn't even occur to him to go anywhere else but home with her.
Caitlin finally makes it to her kitchen with a blue robe wrapped around herself. She makes herself as quiet as she could as she's making coffee and gathering things for toast. Once the bread is in the toaster, she goes over and makes sure that the windows are closed enough to not cause him pain.
He's awake, for the most part, once she starts moving around the kitchen. Once she shuts the window, he starts the slow and aching process of sitting up. Carefully.
Caitlin is busy making a pot of coffee. She could make coffee and she could make toast. Anything beyond that would require too much for the doctor to actually comprehend.
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In the back of his head, somewhere, he's thinking about what happened last night. The kiss to his forehead, the fact he got so drunk, and it didn't even occur to him to go anywhere else but home with her.
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Caitlin is busy making a pot of coffee. She could make coffee and she could make toast. Anything beyond that would require too much for the doctor to actually comprehend.
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