Sebastian turned his head and looked at her, and for a moment neither of them said anything.
"How is your back?" He asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.
"Gone." She said quietly. "It's completely gone. Thank you."
He nodded and looked back at the ceiling. "Good." He said. "Come here then." He opened his arm to her.
Viola moved carefully across the bed after pulling her shirt back on and settled against his side, and his arm came around her without hesitation, pulling her in close. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, which was not nearly as steady as he was pretending it was.
She closed her eyes, but sleep was the last thing her body was interested in. She had been unconscious for days and her mind was too awake now, too aware of too many things at once, to slide easily into rest.
