"Goodnight," he whispered. He kissed her cheek and slowly fell asleep.
For the first time that day, she’s generally at ease, knowing that Nick is on his way to a full fledged recovery.
When she wakes the next morning, Nick is still out cold but one of his nurses is there, clipboard in hand, checking his vitals. She carries a small cup of juice and another cup full of pills for - she presumes, Nick- and a frown on her face.
Peyton’s cheeks heat up and she sits up a little detangling herself from Nick’s arms without waking him and climbs from the bed. She pulls her hair into a pony tail, and scribbles down a note for Nick. It’s short and sweet, saying she’s just gone to get breakfast from the hospital cafeteria and that she’d be back, just in case he wakes.
She all but runs from the room afterwards. She takes a plate of eggs and bacon, a bottle of juice and speeds back to the room. Nick looks to be awake and she sits down and eats quietly.