Cal had left the canteen under his pillow and rested. He didn't sleep much, until late into the night. He'd even gotten a nice visitor who spent sometime with him. However he awoke that morning alone, his companion gone so with a sighed he slowly turned down the IV drip and thought for awhile. He really should have just said something to her about them both, he could see the signs dammit why couldn't he act on them.

Cal decided enough was enough and started unplugging himself, a few removed needles later he sat up and shook himself throwing his legs over the side of the bed. Crawling into a wheel chair he headed back to his room and showered before collapsing in to his own bed. After what had felt like the Boston Marathon he napped in blissful sleep for a few more hours.

Until hunger awoke him and he rolled off to the mess hall. It was breakfast, or a little past when breakfast began. He wheeled slowly into the room wearing a pair old jeans, that seemed to have every color but blue splattered across them matched to a black T-shirt. He stopped retrieved his breakfast, he yawned rolling up to the table with his wheel chair scratching at his messy hair red, it had grown thick and slightly longer than regulation. The red heads hair stuck up in a dozen places. He looked rough but he smiled and join North for breakfast. "Morning North, sleep well?" He add as if he wasn't out of place at all at the table.