It really was always something, wasn't it? Even after the whole thing with Alessa had gone down, when she was supposed to be laying somewhere quietly or something like that, Heather managed to get herself into trouble. Granted, it wasn't catastrophic and everyone got a good laugh out of it (mostly, anyway) but it still managed to put a sour sort of damper on Heather's mood as she went back and read all of the stupid things she'd typed up earlier in the day. Especially when she was talking to Ruby. That really gave her the creeps.
The laptop was closed up and put away for the night now. She didn't plan on surfing the web at all, especially not when Sam was going to be keeping her company. And she'd meant it when she said she missed him while she was in a proper mindset.
As she sat with her back propped up on the pillows, her gaze flicked from the sheets to the door as it eased open. She couldn't help it as the corners of her mouth twitched upward when she saw him and what he was bringing her. She'd asked for it, but it was still a nice gesture.
"Sore," she responded, shifting a little to make room for him. At the same time, she picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. Her stomach gave a growl of appreciation, and she thanked him herself, too. "But my Dad brought me some Tylenol before. I figured that would be okay to take."