Feeling okay
"How long...was I...er..."
Nick laughs lightly and withdraws his own hand, still smiling. "A
good couple of hours. Perhaps it hadn't been the greatest idea of mine
to urge you out of bed with those injuries."
You try to return the smile but just end up losing the need, pain
coursing through your veins for several seconds and inducing a wince.
Nick noticed this and his expression dropped.
"It looks like you'll be staying with us for a while. You need
time to heal," he says gently, taking your hand and rubbing his
warm thumb over your icy knuckles. You don't know what to say.
...And was he hitting on you?!
"Uh, listen, I--"
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to keep close watch over you until
those wounds heal."
"Er. Thanks."
"I'm...I'm okay..." you reply wearily, reaching up to run
your palms over your forhead. It's damp from cold sweat. Your face
feels warm. Whatever happened was over, but how long were you out?
