LoveBite [2]

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Peter steps back into the hospital room after he left to drop Anastasia off at Bree's home for a sleepover and Satine waves a bit with her fingers at her side. She's mostly leaned back on the bed, though the head is slightly elevated to keep her from choking if she has another coughing fit.

"Hi." She smiles softly as he leans his fists on the bed.

"Hi, Baby." He presses a long kiss to her lips.

She places her hand on his chest before he backs up and brushes her hair out of her face. She takes a deep breath and her brows furrow as a whimper escapes her throat when a sharp pain cuts her breath short.

"Hey." He brushes his thumb along her cheekbone. "What's wrong?"

"It hurt." She sighs heavily, unable to properly breathe now that she was unable to finish a single breath.

"To breathe?" He asks with raised brows and she nods. "Okay. This is gonna sound really stupid, but you've gotta push through that." He states and she shakes her head, simply confused. "I've had this many times before, a lot of people have. You just have to force yourself to breathe through it."

She hesitates and he sets his hand on her chest to push down a bit and she does as told, fighting his palm in the process. The pressure relieves the pain as she goes until it's completely gone and she's just left scared.

"It's okay." He pushes his hand beneath her head and neck and she sighs shakily.

"That's not supposed to happen." She nearly whimpers and he nods in understanding.

"I know."

She tilts her head back into his palm and he adjusts and pulls her up as he sits down to wrap his arms around her waist and she buries herself around his neck.

"I can't wait to walk you out of here." He sighs as he rubs her back and her brows wrinkle, sorrowful, as she nuzzles her head into his shoulder. "I miss sharing a bed with you. And a couch, and shower, and food."

"I miss it too." She closes her eyes and he sighs.

He loosens his hold on her and presses a kiss to her cheek before he backs up. He slides his hand down her arm as he hangs his head and rubs his eyes. She simply stares at him, waiting for the break that seems as though it will never come, but as the same time, it has to be on the brink and holding on so strong.

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. "Did you want to take a shower? Dr. Boone said you can do it whenever."

She pauses for a moment as she adjusts her legs. Understanding that he is just as stuck in this as she is, she nods.

"Sorry." He turns away and her eyes flicker up to him.

"It's fine." She shrugs. "I get it."

He sighs as he stands and pushes the blanket off of her legs. He helps her turn on the seat, gently holding her by her calves to lay them hanging off the side.

"Do you have my flip --" She breathes as she turns to the bag on the window seat and he grins a bit.

"Yes, I have your flip-flops." He nods softly while reaching into the bag. "I won't make you touch a hospital floor."

"Thank you." She relaxes, relieved.

He slips them onto her toes after pulling off her fluffy socks before he helps her to her feet. The rocks in her legs slow down her journey towards the bathroom. She becomes breathless along that short distance and she leans against the wall to stabilize herself.

He unties the string of her hospital pants and pulls them down with her underwear. He slips them around her shoes before he comes back up, leaving the clothes in the sink, and takes off her shirt too. The shower comes on hot and she woddles her way towards it.