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"It is," she said, nodding to herself.

 

She grinned at him, taking his hand.

"Thank you," she said cheerfully. "Don't worry. I won't embarrass you."

 

"I maaaay take you to a restaurant and have everyone sing to you. That's good, right?"

 

"You'd kill me?" she asked amusedly. "Hm. Seems like a small thing to attempt murder over."

 

"You'd murder your fiancée because of embarrassment. At least the trial would be interesting, I suppose." She rearranged the blanket around her.

 

"A little," she admitted. "But don't worry."

 

She blinked at him thoughtfully.

"Hm, fine," she said comfortably. "I love you."

 

"Good," she said, starting to drift off. "Good."

 

Poppy fell asleep quickly, proving that she was more tired than she had said, and she instinctively curled up, her free hand resting against her face. She murmured in her sleep, chemical equations and various phrases. Her cheeks were beginning to regain some color, and she turned her head into the pillow.

A nurse entered and saw that she was asleep and frowned.

"Hm. Are you her husband?" she asked Francis.

 

"Alright. Well, she has a couple of bruised ribs." The nurse went over to the side of the bed and began to clean her face with gentle swipes. Poppy didn't stir. "She has to finish this transfusion, but she should be okay to go home soon."