It wasn't a particularly pleasant night. He tossed and turned in his sleep, woke up in the middle of the night in a sweat, went to the bathroom to throw up at some point, and struggled to fall asleep afterwards too. Steve being there made it marginally better, though. At least he was warm and comfortable, and he had someone caring for him, tending to his every need.

He hadn't gotten the sleep he'd needed by the time morning came, but despite having a huge headache and a pain in his stomach from a lack of food and water, he felt at least a little more human.

"Mm," he mumbled, eyes blinking blearily, immediately closing again as he curled up against Steve's warmth, fingers fisting his shirt. Eventually he looked over Steve's shoulder, trying to see whether there was a glass or bottle on the nightstand. His voice was quiet and hoarse when he spoke. "Water..."