When Mercy blinked herself awake, she glanced at her watch. It was around 9:30. She walked off to turn on the light. She looked at Luke, who was still conked the fuck out. She sighed and made her way into the bathroom. One plus about this place? It had running water. It must have been connected to a well, or multiple wells, because everything water based worked. So, Mercy took a quick shower and changed into one of the nicer things she had found in the closet, a flowy ivory colored blouse and black leggings. She brushed her hair out and overall got ready for the day, walking back out into the main room to see if Luke was awake yet.

He drowsily awoke to the bright lights in the room, he rolled over onto his back, very dizzy. He looked around, squinting. He shielded his eyes, sitting up. His head was pounding. The effects of whatever she drugged him with had wore off, barely remembering anything from after he opened the door to their room in a disgruntled stupor. He stood up slowly, leaning on the bed as he walked toward the main room. He grabbed onto the doorframe and leaned on it. His head was down rubbing his temples with a pained expression.

"Ah, so the druggie awakens." She grinned, walking over and standing beside him, her hair still damp. "You had quite the adventure last night. How goes the headache?" She teased, crossing her arms.

He looked up at her, rubbing his face. "Unwell. Very unwell." He huffed, his voice was gravelly and his hair was messy. Heeee looked awful.

He had done her the courtesy of not commenting on her appearance last week, so she figured she'd do the same as him. "Well, now we both got to see each other drunk or high, so I guess we're even." She walked off to get him a bottle of water. "On another note, how's your arm?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "My arm is fine, it doesn't hurt constantly now. Its kinda healing. They're scabbed over and a little smaller but still hurt like hell if I move my arm too much or fast." He huffed, at a loss as to what to say next.

"Good. It'sbetter than it was." Mercy nodded, walking back over to him and passing him the water bottle. "You might want to take a shower. I think it'd make you feel better." She said, walking off to sit on the couch. She stared down at her hands, also at a loss for words as the awkward silence settled in.

He took a drink of water then set it down on the table. "Okay." He walked off toward the bathroom. He left the bandage on while he showered til the end, taking off while it was wet and washing it off in lukewarm(haha) water. He left it off while he dressed, keeping the sleeves rolled up quiiiite carefully. He walked out, far less disshevled. His arm 'airing out'. "I feel a little better I think." He sounded more awake than earlier, he half shut one of his eyes though since it hurt right there.

"You seem better." She nodded, raising her head from an old, worn out looking book with the letter D embossed on the cover. She closed it and looked up at him. "So, what's the plan for today?"

He leaned on the table. "I don't know. Eat?" He moved off the table to go find a light bandage. He wrapped it gently and light for comfortablility since it was finally not gaping open. He rolled down that sleeve to hide the bandage.