Wash starts, suddenly fully awake from his fitful half-dozing state he’d managed to sink into in his shitty hospital chair, ignoring the crick in his neck to lean closer, then move back, not wanting to be right in York’s face in case she is actually waking up.

“York?” he says hoarsely, rubbing his pale face. This is what they wanted, right? This is good. Probably. “Can you hear me?”