Rest

A few weeks later Wanda is dispatched from hospital.I am finally out of hospital. Steve barely left my side these last few weeks. He is helping me to my room. He has bags under his eyes."Steve, are you sure you're okay? I ask."Yeah I'm fine just tired," he sighs."You've barely slept these past few weeks. I told to go get some rest.""Yeah but I didn't want anything to happen to you."I blush. I am flattered that Steve cares for me so much. We reach the door to my new room, Steve opens the door. I gasp. My room is beautiful. The walls are painted a deep grey, there is a gorgeous black crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the bed is four poster with black sheets and a mountain of fluffy pillows. Steve helps me over to the bed. He tucks me in and whispers softly "Are you okay Wanda?" I tell him the truth, " I'm scared that if I go to sleep the dreams are going to come back."Steve looks at me with a calm but worried expression. I gather all the courage I can muster."W-wi-will you stay with me?" It comes out as no more than a whisper."Of course." He says kindly. He lifts the covers and climbs in next to me. His hand finds mine and holds it gently. My eyelids are drooping slowly. "Goodnight." He whispers.