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She hesitated, frowning uncertainly.

“Are you sure?”

 

She nodded slowly, pulling away uncertainly as she tried to discern if he wanted her to go back to her bed.

“Okay...”

 

“Do you want me to stay?” she murmured, brushing his hair out of his face.

 

Something like relief crossed her face and she rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist slowly.

 

She buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply before closing her eyes.

 

Poppy drifted off to sleep eventually, her legs brushing his.

 

(Boop?)

 

The doctor shook Poppy awake gently.

“Ms. Abernathy, it’s time to go.”

 

She sat up sleepily, her eyes resting on the gleaming wheelchair.

“He’s going to hate that,” she said slowly.

 

“Me. Craw, we have a wheelchair for you,” he would hear the doctor say. “It’s time to go.”