He would be able to feel warmth in his fingertips again and she sighed before lying down next to him, kissing his jaw. "I love you."
Poppy didn't fall asleep, but instead studied him intently, her eyes soft. She traced his features with her gaze, making sure to have him memorized.
Poppy watched him for a long time, her fingers checking his pulse every once in the while. Time passed, hours or maybe minutes, but the tent soon opened and Penelope came through. "How is he?" she asked quietly. Poppy sat up and gave her a look. "He can't go out there again," she replied, hating the pleading in her voice. Penelope frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Poppy, but he's a soldier. We could really use him out there. He needs to go out if he's able." Poppy felt the panic building up in her throat and she spoke hastily. "He's not able to. His wound is too severe. He shouldn't go on any more missions." Penelope paused. "Are you sure?" Poppy swallowed the lie and nodded. "I'm sure."
Poppy was sleeping next to him, curled up in a small ball for warmth. The ache in his side was down and it was peaceful in the tent.
She muttered in her sleep, reacting to his touch, her furrowed brow disrupting her delicate features.
