4 - somnophilia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/93648191/chapters/250647336
Rocky had hoped Grace would show signs of improvement, and there were a few, but... here he is, still. Laid back in his bed, tilted upright to help with gravity against his chest. His head is rolled to the side, almost falling off his pillow. Oxygen supply pinched into his nose, the machine sighing away at his side. Fast asleep, heart and lungs slow. Calm. No nightmares tonight, then. Real rest like he needs.
"Hello, Grace," Rocky whispers. The tone is far too low for Grace to ever hear. Rocky grabs the bed frame and clambers up to the end of the mattress. Hovers over Grace's feet. The worn blanket catches in the folds of Rocky's fingers, dragging a little before he rumbles and shakes it off.
"Came to watch you sleep," Rocky lies. He shuffles forward on the bed. Slow, not letting the mattress dip too fast. Grace doesn't react at all.