She bandaged the wound and frowned. "Make sure she drinks a lot of water, okay? She lost a lot blood there. She could have died."
Francis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, only stressing a bit. He took her hand gently after a moment, hoping to relax.
She shifted, and squeezed his hand instinctually. She opened one grey eye sleepily. "Everything okay?" she murmured.
"I love you," he replied thoughtfully, standing up and stretching, only to sit back in a chair quietly, crossing his arms as he relaxed and shut his eyes for a moment.
She woke up an hour later, her eyes fluttering open suddenly. The aching from her ribs had gone down, but she still shifted uncomfortably.
Poppy looked down at her arm and was pleased to see that the needle had been removed. She slipped out of the bed, surprised to find her legs strong, and she walked over to him.
"Troubled thoughts," he admitted, reaching up to kiss her cheek. "I worried about you. Did you rest well?"
