Ashton stirs.
A soft cough leaves his parted lips as he softly gasp, turning cover as he holds his hands against his chest. Ashton twitches, trying to open his eyes to no avail, the bright lights above him making it hard for him to do so.
There's a strong hand on his shoulder that moves him around, causing Ashton to jolt and moan, swatting the hand away to turn away again to become more comfortable, but the hand is unyielding, grabbing his shoulders and jostling him up hard enough for Ashton to flinch away. Ashton feels a slight shake of his shoulders, very annoying and unwelcome, but powerful enough to make it so that Ashton forces his eyes finally open to meet eyes with a pair of familiar dark eyes and a raised eyebrow to match.
