Groaning slightly at the sound of her voice, Derek rolled over on the couch, covering his head with a throw pillow. He'd kind of been hoping she'd sleep through the night because it was hard enough trying to doze off on the piss poor excuse for a sofa, but he'd just started to sink into sleep when she shattered the silence in the loft. Somehow, he'd known that was going to happen.

"What?" he mumbled, frowning as he sat up, giving up the attempt for sleep tonight. He'd sleep when she was gone, he supposed. Looking over the back of the couch at her, he lifted an eyebrow, letting his eyes adjust in the darkness interrupted only by the moonlight shining through the huge wall of windows. This better be good, I swear to God, he thought miserably. "Water's on the floor. Puke bucket next to it. Bathroom across the loft. What do you need?"