Dax helps me take off the hoodie I’m wearing, leaving me in York’s shirt that I’d borrowed earlier today and my own loose fitting trousers. He strips down to his t-shirt and boxers, York, Xeno and Zayn following suit, an unspoken agreement that we’ll be spending the night together. All of us. “What if Lena wakes up?” I mutter. “Gray has the room next to Lena. He’ll come and get one of us should she wake up,” Zayn says, closing the distance between us.
