It feels like I've only just blinked my eyes before Hunter is shaking me awake. I've fallen asleep over my notes again, the table feels clammy under my cheek and palms. I lift my head up and wince when a throbbing started at the back of my head. The muscles of my neck and shoulders are sore, likely from bending forward in an awkward position all night. I look at Hunter to find he looks just as tired as he did last night.
"Have you not slept at all?" I question. My voice is dry and croaky. Again, I wince at the pain that my own voice caused to my head.
"Uh, no, not really. I can't sleep in this uncomfortable chair," he replies.
"I told you to go on up to the apartment, I'm totally fine alone," I tell him as I lift my hand to massage the back of my neck.
Hunter says nothing as he rises from the chair and quickly collects the scattered paper on the table.
