Sindre awoke slowly, the pain already breaking through the medication winning out over the sense of comfort he felt. It wasn't enough, however, to motivate him to move yet.
Sleeping on his own mattress, covered by his own sheets, was a luxury he had sorely missed over the past week. He might have been able to motivate himself out of bed if that were the only draw. Unlikely, but possible.
But in addition to that, two bodies of warmth were pressed up against him. They not only made it impossible to move, but completely eradicated any desire to.
The warmth behind him shifted infinitesimally closer, but it was enough to send pain flaring up his back. He couldn't help flinching, and the second jolt of pain brought him fully awake.
He knew he went to bed flat on his stomach. He knew Berwald slept in his bed. So why was he now on his side, with two weights against him?
Cautiously opening his eyes, he was surprised to find a head of pale hair pressed up against his collarbone. He vaguely recalled Valdi coming in to sit by him once he was already in bed, but though he offered to let Valdi sleep with him, he had stubbornly remained in the chair.
A fond smile crossed his face as he ran a hand through his little brother's hair. He must have decided to join him after all.
Berwald's arms cinching a bit tighter around him had him wincing, even as he felt a separate surge of warmth for the man behind him. Berwald had done so much for him in the past week, more than he would ever ask of him, and Sindre was exceedingly grateful for that.
So he sat up just enough to lean over Valdi to shake out another dose of painkillers and swallow it down, a quick glance at the clock displaying 6:37 allaying any guilt he felt about sleeping more. He pressed a kiss to both sleeping men; his aim must have been off for Berwald's, as he kissed the corner of his mouth, but Valdi's landed in the center of his forehead, as intended. He tugged the covers up higher over them, wrapped his arms around his little brother, and went back to sleep.