Hospital was a terrible place to sleep, but for a while she'd managed it. Maybe it was Patrick, doing something Sainty, or maybe it was Patrick's constant presence. Every time she stirred because someone else in the room was too loud or two upset, or was woken by a nurse checking on her, or a wave of horrific nausea hauled her out of sleep, Patrick was there. Seeing him there, every single time, was its own kinda magic.
He squeezed her hand as he swapped out with Avery, promising he wouldn't be far, and she didn't doubt it for a second, watching him go and then turning her attention to Avery, hovering. He looked so out of place, too neat compared to everyone else she'd caught glimpses of tonight. And compared to her. Patrick had helped sponge out bits of sick in her hair but she needed a shower real bad and...
And fluids and oxygen, vitamins and sugar and a body she hadn't just tried to poison. Those things too.
"Hey, you came," she croaked back, managing a sheepish smile, but not one that lasted for more than a moment.