Dray had just woke up. "No. I. Won't." he argues with her. "I'm not leaving til your all better!" he yells out after her. Curling up and shivering. He'd turn into a popsicle but he refused to leave her the way she was. He wasn't leaving til she was better. Than he...the he'd leave. He didn't want to. She tugged at the part of his heart he'd frozen over. The part that kept him from loving. And while he didn't like it. And while she didn't like it. They needed each other.