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He took her hands between his, kissing her forehead. "It's okay. We're safe now," he said softly. "What did you see in those tests, if you don't...
"What happened?" he asked, looking at her curiously. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
He rubbed her back, humming lowly in her ear. "Are you okay?"
He went over to her, putting his hand on her shoulder gently, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Poppy, wake up."
Francis looked at her, sitting up. "Poppy?"
Francis shut his eyes, trying to get back to sleep, yet failing. He huffed, just staring in the distance in thought.
He sat back, his expression a bit frustrated. "That's fine. Thank you for telling me, Evan."
Francis appeared to be in thought for a moment, if not a bit sympathetic. "I understand. I did used to be like that before I met. Jumping around,...
He tilted his head curiously, though there was caution in his actions. "Why?" he asked, feeling like it needed a reason.
Francis sat up, calmer than he normally would be around Evan. "What are you doing here?"
(Yep!)
He watched her for a moment, before closing his eyes as well. "I love you."
"Only if you do," he replied, smiling slightly.
"You should," he said. "Even if you don't want to."
"Are you tired?" he asked, leaning back into his pillow. "You should sleep."
"Oh, be quiet." He chuckled. "You very easily could have said no, but it's too late now. You're stuck with me."
He smiled slightly as he listened. Reaching for her hand, he looked at her. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to offend."
(ruh roh) "Eh, whatever." He rolled his eyes. "At least I can get up."
He went back to his bed, a bit annoyed. "Hmph. Then don't tell me to stay in one place."
He jumped at the sound of the nurse's voice. "Right, right." He huffed. "Wouldn't want to get sedated again."
