A few hours later Izak woke up from his self-imposed sleep and saw that Abby was still holding his hand. He gently moved his hand a few times and she woke up a little slower this time. She woke up and saw him looking at her again. Automatically she sat up and put the straw to his lips. He took a small drink and then smiled at her. "Thanks. How are you holding up?"
"I am fine. A little stressed out and still sleepy. How are you feeling?"
"I am in a pretty descent amount of pain. Could you slip out and have the detective come and talk to me. You don't have to be here for the interview portion of what is happening. Go and get cleaned up. Take you time and have a shower and a nap. I will be fine here. But I would like my phone and laptop. Are you logging in today?"
Abby pinched the crap out of his wrist. "Are you an idiot? You almost died protecting me and you are asking if I am going to work today?"