He didn't want to think about how many days it'd been, because the more he focused on it, the more that he thought about how much further south this could go and the worse he felt. York found that he napped in small bursts in between checking on her, trying to make sure she was okay, and when he finally sleeps, it's well needed.

He wanted her to wake up, more than anything else, but he wanted a shower, too, and while he wasn't willing to leave her side, he knew eventually, if she didn't wake up, they'd have to get machines, something to hook her up to, to make sure she got the nutrients she needed so she didn't waste away like this.

By the time North found him, he was fast asleep, hand curled over hers, the nudge to the shoulder getting him up in an instant, military habit. When he realized it was just North, though, he attempted a grin, and gets halfway there, dragging one gloved hand over his face.

"Hey, North, I-- is that coffee?"