OOM: Jack's room.
[ after this ]
Once a few hours have gone by, Beckett heads over to the bar, fully caffeinated and still wide awake, to request a tray of a few get-well essentials that she proceeds to bring up in case Jack feels like eating something by this point. Either way, she's going to make sure he can get down some fluids, at least.
She juggles the tray in one hand outside his door and reaches into her pocket with the other for his room key; she'd remembered to grab it last-minute before leaving, and she knows he won't be going anywhere in the next day or so, anyway, so it's not like he'll miss or even need it much. She cracks the door open slowly, toeing off her shoes just inside before she nudges the door shut with a hip.
He's still asleep in bed, and Beckett quietly sets the tray down on the nightstand nearby before taking a seat in the small chair in the corner, drawing her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on one knee. She's in no rush to wake him right away.
Once a few hours have gone by, Beckett heads over to the bar, fully caffeinated and still wide awake, to request a tray of a few get-well essentials that she proceeds to bring up in case Jack feels like eating something by this point. Either way, she's going to make sure he can get down some fluids, at least.
She juggles the tray in one hand outside his door and reaches into her pocket with the other for his room key; she'd remembered to grab it last-minute before leaving, and she knows he won't be going anywhere in the next day or so, anyway, so it's not like he'll miss or even need it much. She cracks the door open slowly, toeing off her shoes just inside before she nudges the door shut with a hip.
He's still asleep in bed, and Beckett quietly sets the tray down on the nightstand nearby before taking a seat in the small chair in the corner, drawing her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on one knee. She's in no rush to wake him right away.