Three days later, Chris was sitting down on the couch next to Stephanie, watching some movies they had hired, because it was a lousy day, and there had been some violent thunder storms. He looked down at his new friend to see she was shaking , and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, gently comforting her. They had just finished dinner, and it was quite late. Stephanie had been getting more sleep and was more comfortable because Chris let her cough up blood during the day, instead of swallowing it, which occasionally made her throw up. She still woke up through the night, except that she had been given a container to keep by her bed so she didn't have to repeatedly get up, and have to get back to her bed before her husband found she was missing, which was also a relief.

"You look tired, Steph, maybe you should go to bed," Chris said softly to her, causing her to jump a little.

"Yeah, I am tired, I think I will go to bed," she yawned, and Chris helped her to her feet, and walked her to her room, and went off to his own room after she shut the door to get changed.

His mind wandered as he drifted off to sleep, even snoring a little.

Meanwhile Stephanie was lying in her bed and looking at the ceiling, thinking about the last few days she had spent with Chris, and noting how nice he was being to her now that he knew that she was hurt. She started to drift off to sleep, glancing at the glow in the dark hands of the clock, and realised she had been lying there for about 4 hours, listening to the rain pounding on the roof, and thinking about what she was going to say to her dad and various other people she knew. She closed her eyes slowly, and fell into a light sleep.