McCoy's been sitting at her side every since he got back after leaving for two hours to pick up books, food, and blankets. He's got his forearms on his thighs and he leans forward, almost pitching out of the chair. Still, she's waking up and he wanted to be here for this. "Careful now," he coaxes, reaching for the glass of water, sliding a straw in. "Have some water, Rogue."
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Date: 2010-08-21 02:22 am (UTC)