Noah shook his head. "You need to sleep. You've been through a lot and you need the sleep. The medicine will work...It's never not worked." He looked down at the glass covered floor. "That is, if you feel comfortable staying. I want you to stay...but not if you're going to be laying awake all night scared out of your mind."
He sighed deeply. "Why don't we just go to bed and everything will work out," he suggested. He was tired and he knew she had to be tired too.