i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

Whether or not it will thrill Flora to learn, this is far from Niki's first rodeo when it comes to inconveniently falling unconscious when he still has a list of things to get on with. It is the first time he's come around to a pillow beneath his head and feeling otherwise comfortable, granted, but his fever has seized him by that point and so the bout of being awake is very short lived. Just aware enough to know he feels dizzy just by lifting his head and that his body can't decide whether it's too hot or too cold, it's with a shivery sigh that he closes his eyes and succumbs, this time, to actual rest.

The next time he comes around is an hour or two later, by which time his breathing has become the steady, deep rhythm of someone in a deep slumber, his position on the hallway floor more relaxed as his body claims the necessary recovery time he's been denying it. Inhaling a careful, deep breath that won't set off a coughing fit, his brow furrows at the heady smell of soup (his stomach rumbles quite without his permission) and he blinks his eyes open to look around.

Feeling the unnerving and subconscious sensation of someone else being in his home but still far too weak to do anything concrete about it, he does try to get an elbow beneath himself, levering up into a half sitting position. "Hello?" he calls, his voice still gruff and sleepy.

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!