Waking was harsh, though thankfully it wasn't because of his stomach. Henry woke with a start, some noise having woken him up instead of a protest from his body. Bright sunshine was now streaming through Jo's bedroom window and onto the bed where they had been sleeping. By the looks of it, it was late morning or early afternoon and he was amazed that he had been able to sleep so long.

His head pounded and his body was stiff. He groaned slightly as he stretched and moved his face out of the way of the direct sunlight. He felt like he had slept for days. Though he'd had his doubts about how well he would sleep, the aches in his muscles told him he'd slept like a rock, probably without moving an inch all night. He was incredibly pleased when he realized that his stomach felt pretty settled. He'd been asleep for hours and hadn't woken up to get sick. Perhaps he was out of the woods.

He smiled as he glanced over at Jo beside him. She on her back, out cold. One hand was still tucked under her head the other resting on her stomach. One of her legs was stretched out above the covers and the other was pulled up and knotted in the sheets. Her mouth was hanging open and she wasn't snoring exactly, just breathing really loudly. It was not the dreamy kind of pose sleeping people were always portrayed as having in movies; this was reality. This was what a person sleeping soundly actually looked like. He smiled because she still looked pretty cute anyway. Honestly, she looked more than cute. The sun was shining on hair, making it seem to glow several new shades of brown. Her face was flushed, with fever of course, but still beautiful.

Even under these circumstances Henry never would have imagined he would be waking up in bed next to Jo. It had been a very long time since he had woken up next to a woman. Sure, he had shared a bed with a decent number of women during the past few decades. But to wake next to one in the light of day, that was much less common. That required a level of commitment, a certain degree of comfort shared with another person. If memory served right he had hadn't had that since…

It struck him exactly when the last time had been and he immediately told himself to stop such thoughts. It was entirely too early and he way was too exhausted for such deep and painful reflection. Even still, a painful mass gathered in his throat and he forced himself to remain here in the present and not to get pulled into the past as he too often did. He allowed himself only enough reflection into his memories to help him to better appreciate this moment.

He was looking forward to laying there for a while, both resting and staring at Jo when he realized that someone was knocking on the front door downstairs. He didn't want to answer it and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deep the Jo-like smell that was coming from the pillow under his head. His whole body hurt and he did not look forward to getting up. The knock came again this time very persistent and it made him remember. It was probably Abe downstairs; he had said he would come over. He didn't want to make Abe wait and he also didn't want Jo to be woken up so he forced himself to rise as quickly as he could, which was still not very fast but it was progress.

He got out of bed as quietly as he could and made his way down the stairs. He wobbled a little on his feet and he clung to the railing for security more than he would on any other day.

When he opened the door Abe was standing there with a bag of groceries. "I've brought some supplies," he said triumphantly as he made his way in.

Henry squinted at the bright sunshine. "Good morning, Abe."

"More like 'good afternoon'. I didn't wake you did I?"

"Yes, actually," Henry said his words still a little slow with sleep.

"Sorry. I thought you would be awake. It's well past noon."

"It's fine. We just had a bit of a rough night."

"I can see," he said looking Henry up and down." You look awful."

"Thanks," Henry said sarcastically. "I've been better."

"Where's Jo?"

"She's still in bed," he said waving a hand in that direction and rubbing his still sleep covered eyes.

Abe raised his eyebrow curiously and smiled.

"Oh, not this again," Henry said rolling his eyes. "Believe me, I just had one of the most unattractive nights of my life. You have absolutely nothing to be excited about."

"Ah, well, I should know better where you're concerned anyway. You doing alright?" he added turning more serious.

"On the mend. Thanks for asking," Henry said with a smile. He leaned in and gave Abe a brief hug.

"Whoa Pops," Abe said, pulling back quickly from the hug.

"What?"

"Good thing you're not at work."

"Why?"

"Because your breath could wake the dead," Abe said, covering his nose dramatically.

Henry let out a sigh and rolled his eyes again. "Don't you have anything encouraging to say?"

"Of course I do. But only for very beautiful women. Good morning, Jo," Abe said nicely as he noticed Jo coming down the stairs behind Henry.

Henry turned and saw her, sleep still lingering on her face but she smiled as she pulled a robe around herself. She crossed her arms kind of self-consciously when she got closer to them.

"How are you doing?" Abe asked kindly.

"Better than last night. Me and Henry kind of had a hard time of it."

"Well, you don't look it," Abe said charismatically, giving her a charming smile.

Henry rolled his eyes yet again and shook his head. Abe was really laying it on thick today.

Jo laughed. "That's nice of you to say."

"I brought food," Abe said to Jo. "If you'll just point me in the direction of kitchen."

"Thank you, Abe," she said sincerely. "It's down the hall and to the left."

"Good you kids just go and relax," he said with a large smile as he made his way down the hall.

Henry gave an annoyed sigh as Abe walked away.

"What?" Jo asked smiling.

"Nothing. He just thinks he's funny. Come on," he said as they made their way back to the living room.

They both sat on the couch again though it looked much different in the light of day. "How are you doing?" Henry asked.

"Pretty good I think," Jo answered. "Still really tired but I feel like I might actually be able to eat something maybe," she said with much emphasis on the last word. "You?"

"Same, same," he said nodding.

"So, Doctor, you think we're out of the woods?"

"Well, not to tempt fate too much, but I think as long as we take it easy over the next couple of days I think we should be alright. So, maybe you'll want to lay off on wrestling criminals to the ground and eating any adventurous food."

"I think I can live without the both for a few days," she said smiling, even though she sounded incredibly exhausted.

They started in the direction of the T.V. but neither turned it on. Henry had a feeling that it wouldn't be long and they would be asleep again. He was pretty sure just the act of eating (if he could eat, he still wasn't convinced it was going to happen) would take what little energy he had available to give.

They both stared mutely at the wall in shared silence until Abe walked in, bringing out a tray with food on it. On it was a plate of toast, cup of Jell-O, and glass of tonic each for Henry and Jo.

"You made this according to my recipe," Henry asked pointing towards his glass.

"Yes, of course," Abe said exasperated.

"You're sure you remembered to add the-"

"I added everything just fine!" Abe said with clear frustration at Henry. He turned towards Jo. "Doctors really do make the worse patients don't they? I've made this dozens of times and still he asks the same questions each time. My sympathies for what you must have gone through last night."

Jo smiled and glanced at Henry out of the corner of her eye. Henry wished she would contradict Abe, that she would stand up for him. But to his slight ire she did not. "Thank you Abe, for all of this," she said instead. He guessed he couldn't fault her too much.

"You're very welcome. I'm just sorry, this is such a bland presentation but Henry told me last night you two wouldn't be up for anything more adventurous than this," he said.

Busted! Henry thought. Quickly, he spoke up, hoping to distract Jo from what she'd just heard. "Yes, thank you, Abraham!" he said dismissively.

Unfortunately, Jo seemed to be thinking more like her normal, bright and quick self. He could practically feel Jo's stare on him as he determinedly refused to make eye contact. Abe looked over at her and could see she was staring at Henry wanting him to explain. He smiled widely and shamelessly as he left the room. Henry couldn't help think he really was a brat sometimes.

He reluctantly turned to face her and saw her giving him a loaded stare. He gave her a exaggerated innocent one in return.

"So, you, uh, spoke to Abe? Last night, didn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"He was home the whole time wasn't he?"

Henry could see, in the light of day, that lying to Jo had been wrong. Admittedly, he had known that even when Abe had been cautioning him against it. But even now, even as she looked at him accusingly, he still couldn't regret what he'd done. He was glad he'd stayed to take of her and keep her company. He was also grateful for everything he'd learned about his friendship with Jo last night. He felt their relationship had been put to the test but that they had passed with flying colors. Though he wouldn't have chosen this means for discovering this new information he now knew their relationship was even stronger than he'd imagined. He hoped she didn't feel so differently about what had happened between them.

"Uh... yes, he was. I didn't mean to be any inconvenience-"

She gave his shoulder a little punch but it was playful. "Thank you," she said smiling warmly at him. He could tell she understood why he had stayed and that she was glad about it too.

"You're quite welcome," he said with a smile.

He reached for his glass of tonic and turning towards her, held it up in a toast. "To health and friendship."

She smiled and clicked her glass against his. "And to never eating another gyro sandwich for the rest of our lives!"

"Now that is something I can drink to."