Though she had forgotten to put up the do not disturb sign, the cleaners were very good at leaving her alone the next morning after they had realized she was still in bed. It was nice to have been checked on, but Roxanna was glad when they had left, since she wanted to be alone until Henrik arrived. If he arrived. A part of her was still convinced that her conversation with him had been another extension of the dream, and that her call had gone unanswered, since she had reached out at around four in the morning in Holby.

Letting out a deep sigh, she massaged her chest before turning over onto her other side. Her heart felt so cold within her chest, like a winter storm had encased it in ice in the span of an evening. Finally, unable to take how cold she was, she crawled out of bed and rummaged through her suitcase until she found her Holby hoody, and pulled it on, zipping it all the way up before getting back in the bed and pulling the covers up to her chin before trying to fall asleep again.

With her eyes closed, she couldn't pay attention to time, and Roxanna had no idea how many hours had passed before she heard her door being opened once more. Frowning a little, she turned to see who was bothering her, since she thought she had made clear that she wasn't to be bothered. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she saw Henrik standing next to her bed, a small bag in his hand, and the most worried look on his face that she had ever seen in her presence.

"Are you real?" she murmured, scooting away from him to get closer to the wall, needing space between them to try and get her bearings. "Henrik?"

"I am real, Roxanna," he murmured as he set the bag on the floor and shrugged out of his coat, hanging it in the closet behind him before turning back to look at her.

"Oh. I didn't really trust myself to think that I had called you. My mind has been distracted lately. As well you know." Henrik pursed his lips a little and she shrugged. "My nightmare last night had me convinced that you hated me."

"I could never hate you, Roxanna. You are far too dear to me for that."

She nodded and then ran her hand along the empty space next to her. "I'm not feeling much like getting out of bed today, and there isn't a chair for you to sit on. If you're staying, join me?" She stared at a spot on the mattress, not wanting to see the expression on his face, almost certain that he would reject her request. And then, she felt the bed dip beneath his weight, and she glanced over to see that he was removing his shoes, setting them next to hers before he stretched out on the bed. He was stiff and unyielding, even though he had made the effort to do as she requested. Letting out a heartbroken sigh, Roxanna turned on her side to face the wall, feeling like her tears were disappearing into snow that matched the frozen landscape of her heart.

There was a beat of silence, and then the bed was moving and shifting with him as he turned towards her, scooting closer to her until he was curled around her body, his chin coming to rest on the top of her head as he slung his arm around her waist. Roxanna tried to keep from melting into him, not wanting to invade his space, but then he was gently pulling her closer against his body until there wasn't even a millimeter between them. "If I had known that you were hurting this badly, I would have sought you out sooner, Roxanna."

"I don't think I would have let you. It's only because I was so weak that I asked you to come here at all. But, how did you manage to get into my room? Hotels in the US are incredibly strict on privacy issues."

His thumb rubbed up and down against her diaphragm as he drew in a few deep breaths. "I had a difficult time at first, until another clerk came out of the office, and asked me a few questions about you. Whatever answers I gave seemed to appease her, as she handed me a key and told me what room you were in. I think I just have an honest face."

She nodded and then burst into sudden tears, resting her hand atop his own and holding him tightly as her sobs tore from her lungs. "I missed you so much," she managed to say as she turned to face him, wrapping her arm around his waist as she snuggled in close to him, breathing in as deeply as she could, smelling the soothing scent of his cologne. "I love you, and I feel like I'm betraying David by even saying those words aloud."

"Then I will hold them in my heart until you feel ready to say them without the sting of betrayal for your husband and my friend." To her surprise, she felt him drop a tender kiss to the top of her head, the very action seeming to calm the storm raging in her heart. "Is there anything that I can do right now to make you feel better?"

"Just hold me for right now. And maybe tell me a story."

"What would you like to hear about?"

She took a deep breath as she tapped her fingers against his back, trying to think of something she'd like to hear Henrik talk about. "Tell me a little more about Serena. I haven't gotten to know her quite as well as I'd like, but she seems to understand my grief."

"Serena is a force of nature. We've gone back and forth before we settled into a very comfortable friendship. I don't know her as well now as I did a few years ago, since our paths diverged a little once she settled down with Bernie, but I do remember Ric telling me that there was this one time where she convinced him to go to this fancy dinner where an ex of his would also be in attendance. Well, since she was his designated driver, he tried to get her to take him back, and…"

"Let me guess, she grabbed a glass of wine?"

"Close, but Serena never does anything by half. She actually grabbed an entire bottle of wine and chugged it as quickly as she could to thwart him." A soft giggle slipped from her lips, and Roxanna could feel the rumble in his chest that told her he was laughing along with her. "I almost wish that I had been there to see that, honestly. Those were the halcyon days before true tragedy had touched our lives, and there are times that I miss that."

"I completely understand," she replied as she turned her head so that she could rest her cheek against his chest and listen to his heart beat. The strong, steady, thumps bled into her body, further calming her nerves as she let out a deep yawn. "I feel like I've been sleeping my life away lately, but I am so tired. Hold me?"

"As if I could ever let you go right now," he said quietly before pressing his lips to her head once more. "Sleep, darling, and I'll watch over you. It has to get better, for us both." She nodded a little as her eyes fluttered closed, something akin to peace washing over her frozen February heart.