for Will

She hadn't meant to fall asleep. She'd been reading, a little, and then playing a game, and then she pushed the laptop beside her and stretched out on the bed, sleep falling over her.

She napped quite a bit lately and it bothered her; other than when she was pregnant with Ashley, Helen rarely slept. Here on the island she regularly got eight hours or more a night and, given Will spent most of his days busy with seeing patients and teaching classes, Helen found herself with a lot more available time than she normally ever had or wanted.

So she'd been taking to having long naps in her hut during the day, lest Will think her life rose and set on his schedule. She didn't want to seem desperate or clingy and push him away and trying to occupy herself had seemed the best idea.

...or sleeping. Either way.