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Her eyebrows furrowed slightly when he didn't seem to believe her. "I do like you." She huffed, annoyed that he didn't take her at her word. She listened to his answer and stayed silent for a moment. "Okay. I trust you." She muttered calmly, watching him in silence for a few moments after. "There's so much I want to do before I die." She sighed, tilting her her head back to look at the ceiling.
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Zephyr furrowed his own eyebrows slightly. He never knew a concussion worked like THIS. He REALLY hoped she forgot the entire conversation. He didn't answer at her huff, looking at the wall as he thought about what to do next. Tomorrow she should be fine enough to be back to almost her old self. "There's so much you'll get to do. Don't worry." He said quietly, standing up and fixing some things in the room, too nervous about Tempe doing something to leave.
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Tempe nodded quietly at his answer, curling up a little with a wince. She glanced at him in alarm when he moved off. "Where are you going?" She asked quietly, watching him move around the room. She didn't want to be alone, nor did she want him to leave.
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Zephyr glanced back as Temperence spoke, his gaze softening slightly. "I'm not going anywhere." He answered, picking up one more thing before carrying a chair to her bedside and sitting down. "You need to sleep." He said quietly, leaning forward a little. "You'll feel better if you do. I promise."
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Temperance watched him anxiously as he answered, only relaxing slightly when he started to come closer. "Okay." She nodded quietly, watching him sit down without complaint. She reached her hand out again to tug gently at one of his fingers, which ended up being his pinky. "Really? You swear?" She asked quietly, watching his fingers as she moved her hand to hook her littlest finger around his, promise-style. Edited at April 20, 2024 02:11 PM by Widow Valley Farms
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Zephyr pretty much just froze as Temperence started fiddling with his fingers. It wasn't like he could do anything. She had a HORRIBLE concussion. "I swear. You will feel better if you sleep." He answered soothingly, just trying to get her to konk out so she could forget this whole mess and go back to normal.
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Temperance nodded slowly at his answer, moving to grab his hand with both of hers and set it on the bed beside her. She watched his hand in silence, fiddling gently with his fingers for a few moments before she clasped both her hands around his and moved to lay on her side. She shut her eyes quietly, and within a few moments, she was out like a light.
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Zephyr was extremely uncomfortable and a little confused, but he had to remind himself for the millionth time he just had to be concerned about her recovering quickly. He didn't move until she fell asleep, in which he almost made the decision to confiscate his hand- but he realized that might make her wake up. That was the last thing he wanted at this point, so he didn't move, resigning himself to sit by her bedside until she let go or woke up.
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Temperance's grip was loose but there all through the night. She woke early the next morning blinking herself to life with a thudding headache, slightly blurry vision, and a soreness throughout the entirety of her body. She let out a breath and glanced around, having to take a moment to realize where she was, and a while longer to think of how she got there. Once she got the basics of that, she gently went to move her arm to stretch, only to realize her fingers were locked together around Zephyr's hand. She flushed and went to sit up quickly, instead hitting her head against the headboard and hissing in pain. She dropped his hand and brought hers out to hide her face, gently rubbing at the back of her head.
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Zephyr didn't move the entire night, but he didn't fall asleep either. He had ended up scooting his chair a little closer so he could lean back while still surrendering his hand. In the morning he was still awake. He glanced sideways as Temperence woke up, wincing a little at her confusion and obvious pain. "Don't go so fast now. You'll hurt yourself more." He said with slight gruffness, scooting back. "You took a nasty hit to the head." He commented, studying her carefully.
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