It was a painful experience, but eventually I managed to drain my cup again. I then proceeded to tap my fingers on the side of the bed, pushing the various buttons in curiosity.
One pushed me into a sitting position. Another raised and lowered me. The bright red one sent a nurse rushing in to ask what the emergency was.
I sheepishly told her that I only accidentally pushed the button. I stopped experimenting after that.
Eventually Raphael came back in with my promised donuts, and I realized with a pang of guilt that he looked really out of it.
"You want one?" I asked through a mouthful of sweet chocolaty goodness, after already having inhaled two donuts off the bat.
He shook his head.
"Those things are toxic, you know."
I huffed in annoyance and broke him off a piece anyways, holding it out for him.
I rolled my eyes and, leaning over, shoved it in his mouth, laughing at his unamused expression. Sutton eventually gave in and ate it, giving me a slightly bothered look.
"I'll admit, it doesn't taste bad - aside from the aftertaste of cholesterol and processed sugars, I mean."
"You must be a very affected person," I commented, "To find fault in the perfection of a donut."
"Are you sure that isn't just the activated carbon talking?" he replied, getting himself a glare.
My annoyance quickly turned to amusement.
"You have chocolate on your face." I pointed out, smiling gleefully.
He tried to brush it off, completely missing it instead.
"To the left!" I urged, "No, not that far! Higher!"
Despite my eloquent instructions he just kept failing to catch it. Eventually my impatience took hold and I reached over myself, using my palm to hold his face steady as my thumb swept the crumbs away.
My fingers lingered a moment longer than they should have, but I jolted back to my former position like a ball out of a cannon. Or at least, that was how it felt to me.
"Thanks." Sutton blinked, looking like he was zoned out.
Thank god he'd chosen then to drift off to Lalaland - I regained my composure and snapped in front of his face.
"Earth to sunshine, you hear me?"
"Yes." he said in a still-spacey tone.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Just over twenty hours."
"Where were you even going when you hit me?"
His eyes met mine briefly before staring back at the wall.
Nowhere? In the middle of the night? Bullshit.
"You should go home." I said, biting into another donut.
"That would be irresponsible of me."
"I'm not going to die in the next couple of hours, okay? But you might if you don't get some rest."
"I'm perfectly fine," he insisted, "Actually, I'm more energetic than ever."
"Okay," I smirked, "Then say the alphabet backwards. And sit in that other chair."
Raphael switched his stool for the armchair without questioning me, plopping down and scrunching up his face in concentration.
I could tell he was saying the entire alphabet through for each letter, but I just smiled and watched.
By the time he got to 'k' he was fast asleep, his head leaned back on the chair.
I took my blanket off and draped it over him, pressing one of the buttons on the side of my bed to dim the lights.
The early sun spilled through the blinds and cast shifting shadows on him, and I couldn't help but think that he was much more amiable in sleep.
At least he couldn't run me over that way.