The sounds of Tasha retching in the bathroom were a familiar sound, one that Lincoln was more accustomed to but was still unable to sleep completely through. He rolled over and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as he listened to her expel the contents of her stomach once again. Recognition of her spew-fest coming to an end, Lincoln waited for those moments to see if she was going to be able to make her own way back to bed. He never liked forcing her to accept his help so instead allowed her the chance to decide if she had enough energy to get herself where she needed to be. The fact that she could even make it to he bathroom under her own steam still amazed Lincoln. She was so strong.

	Waking from a mild moment of light sleep and knowing that the silence meant that she was probably passed out on the floor again, Lincoln threw the blanket down to the bottom of the bed and swung his legs over the side of the mattress. He rubbed his face, his fingers kneading gently at his eyes, and let out a yawn as he pulled himself up and onto his feet. He glanced down at his torso and saw the remnants of the last bruises from his introduction to Murphy. The memory of that day still filled Lincoln with all kinds of emotions. He'd found Tasha and discovered why she had left him all that time ago then... he bit his lip as he recalled their reunion but quickly shook the thoughts away as he realised how inappropriate it was.

	He quietly made his way towards the bathroom and saw Tasha curled on the floor like a lost puppy. He felt the frown creasing his brow and let out a gentle sigh. [color=117722]"C'mon Taser, time to get comfortable..."[/color] He spoke softly as he ducked down and slid his arms under her neck and knees. He effortlessly lifted her from the floor and curled her body into his as he carried her back to bed. He gently set her on the mattress and positioned her comfortably on her side, her head resting on the pillow. Running his hand over her hair, he gently stroked the patches of skin that were showing through.  He leaned in towards her and kissed each patch that was visible to him before pulling the blanket up and over her body. 

	She had always been slim but this was different. He could see every bump made by bone pressing against her stretched skin. Kneeling down beside the bed, Lincoln continued to watch her and stroked her hair down as he hummed gently under his breath. He definitely didn't have the ability to sing like Tasha did but he could at least give her some comforting tones to hopefully help her rest easier through the remainder of the early morning hours.