When Sonora woke again, she had no idea how much time had passed, or even what time it was. The pain in her ankle was far less than she remembered, however, and after a couple of false starts, she sat up and pushed the blankets back far enough to look at her injury. It had been expertly bandaged, the blood cleaned away, and she thought it might just heal cleanly, to her great relief. As she covered her legs back up, she realized she was wearing a men's grey t-shirt and nothing else. Frowning slightly, she wondered who had given it to her, and then caught the scent of Grayson on it.<br/><br/>Oh.<br/><br/>She felt herself flush, happy and dismayed and confused all at the same time. Sleeping with Grayson had never been her objective. Well, not her<em>official</em>objective, anyway. It had, however, been something her wolf had practically craved. That in and of itself should have made her question her desire, but it hadn't, and she recognized that deep down, she'd wanted the same thing. With a sigh, she lay back on the bed and rubbed a hand over her face. God, what was she<em>thinking</em>?! Cam was--alarm shot through her. Oh,<em>shit</em>! She sincerely hoped it hadn't been more than 24 hours, or she was going to be in serious trouble. In spite of how exhausted she felt, Sonora pushed back the blankets again and slowly eased her feet to the floor. Well, foot. She was pretty sure her ankle had been broken, so she didn't even try to put her weight on it. How she was going to get back to the cabin like this she had no idea, but she would figure something out. Glancing around, she saw another female asleep in the bed next to hers, two freshly killed rabbits hanging near her head. Her wolf gnashed its teeth, hungry, but Sonora resisted. They clearly were not meant for her.<br/><br/>When she stood, a wave of dizziness hit her so hard she nearly fell, although she managed to catch herself against the bed. Cursing quietly, she waited until it passed before trying again, this time with slightly better results. She was still dizzy, but at least she didn't feel like she was about to fall flat on her face. She hoped. Taking a deep breath, she slowly started limping across the room. It took her ages to reach it, having to take a circuitous route so that she didn't place any undue weight on her ankle. When she reached the door, she was so exhausted and light-headed that she almost turned around. Instead, she pulled open the door and peered out into the hall. Empty. Thank god for small mercies.<br/><br/>Slipping out of what was obviously the infirmary, she limp-hopped down the corridor, using the wall for balance and support. Although it took her some time, she still hadn't seen anyone by the time she reached a junction, and she judged by the quiet that it was likely night time. Not really sure which way led to 'out', she sniffed at the air. Myriad scents found her nose and she filtered them out one by one, focusing on what was familiar. Grayson. She made her way slowly through the halls, taking twists and turns without really paying attention to where she was going after a while, her wolf insisting on following Grayson's scent. She followed it to a door that was so heavily laden with his scent it could be made of it, and with a quick glance around, she twisted the handle and stepped into the darkened room.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind her, she let the quiet sink in, knowing immediately that he wasn't there. She probably should have turned on a light, but she was so tired it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she picked out a room that appeared to be a living space, with couches and chairs, desk, TV. Slowly, she fumbled her way along until she found another door, this one sitting open. Beyond it sat the rectangular shadow of a bed, and that was the only invitation she needed. Crawling onto the bed, she slid under the covers, enveloping herself in Grayson's scent and not quite understanding just why it was so comforting to her. She needed to<em>go</em>, to report to Cam before he threw her off the case and sent her packing. But the bed was so soft and warm, and smelled so<em>good</em>...her wolf wouldn't let her budge, save to grab the other pillow and wrap her arms around it, burying her nose into Grayson's scent before she passed back out.