"A sucky story is better than no story," she told him plainly. She scooted back up towards the pillows, settling in and making sure she was comfortable. Her head was still hurting, even though she could tell the Advil he'd brought her was beginning to work it's magic on her.
Finally, she reached for the puppy stuffed animal he'd also given her and clutched it to her chest, arms crossed to keep it there.