Khan woke up in the middle of the afternoon sweaty as ever, and the odd clarity that filled him conveyed a reassuring message. His fever was gone, and the same went for most of his exhaustion. He could benefit from another nap, but resting too much wasn't his style.
Tempting thighs occupied Khan's vision and distracted him from his thoughts. Monica had freed him, offering her lap as a pillow. She was wearing a skirt, so Khan's struggles during the nightmare had partially uncovered her legs.
'I told her not to stay like this,' Khan sighed, kissing Monica's thigh before turning. She had fallen asleep without putting a single pillow between her back and the metal wall, and her head hung to her left while random snores left her mouth.
