She didn't look okay, but he wasn't about to tell her that. What he would do was be there for her, because that was just about all he could do considering the circumstances. He remembered last April when she'd sat by his side while he was in the hospital wing, even after they'd spent months pretending the other didn't exist. So much had changed since then—some for the better, some of the worse. Keeping her company was the least he could do.
"Not going anywhere," he murmured, tugging the cover a little higher up her body so he could discreetly slide a hand between her cheek and her pillow. She was so warm, and yet her body shook as if she was freezing. Merlin. For a brief moment he wondered if there was a possibility that she wouldn't get better, but quickly pushed the thought from his mind. She was Sloane. She was young, healthy, and would get better... right? He used his free hand to tuck her blanket around her better, partly to distract himself from such dark thoughts.
"Not going anywhere," he murmured, tugging the cover a little higher up her body so he could discreetly slide a hand between her cheek and her pillow. She was so warm, and yet her body shook as if she was freezing. Merlin. For a brief moment he wondered if there was a possibility that she wouldn't get better, but quickly pushed the thought from his mind. She was Sloane. She was young, healthy, and would get better... right? He used his free hand to tuck her blanket around her better, partly to distract himself from such dark thoughts.
