She sighed and came over next to him, giving him the water and the aspirin. "Drink that," she told him sternly, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.
She curled up next to him, her face buried in his neck and her hand on his chest. Her breathing gradually slowed as she fell back asleep, murmuring slightly.
Poppy blinked as she woke, trying to figure out where she was. She looked up at Francis and remember the night before. Kissing his jaw lightly, she disentangled herself from his embrace and went to go grab some painkillers.