Though Kirstie was glad to go to sleep, Mitch was annoyed with even the thought of sleep. Told Scott he was 'sleeping his life away' though he'd only been sick for a few days. Mitch suddenly turned over and flopped onto his stomach. "I hate this." Scott was briefly going through messages he'd missed, a few emails as well. "I know. But it'll pass. You'll be better before you even know it, Sweetheart." Mitch groaned loudly. "That's not fast enough." "I'm sorry, babe. I wish I could help, somehow." Mitch turned over again, peeking up at Scott. "Can I ask you something?"