"I know it will be, Leckie. You'll be okay," she said with utter faith in her voice because she knew it to be true and she needed it just as much. Her lips ached to kiss him more, to stay out here and just let themselves have this moment but it was late. And her father would need to check him out. "Yeah, we better." She gave him one last lingering kiss before she took his arm, looped hers through it and guided him towards the house.

Inside was Dr. Roberts who would consent to Leckie staying, would check him out and say that he seemed to be fine physically but that he'd need to go to the doctor first thing in the morning to see a neurologist and other doctors to make sure. And while Dr. Roberts spoke and looked over Leckie, Summer got the guest room ready, it was down the hall from her room and her father's, on the other side of the house, basically. She fixed the linens, fluffed the pillows. She came downstairs with a bit of a smile. "The room's ready for you, Bob." Dr. Robert's reached to shake Leckie's hand before giving them both a look before he excused himself to his own room.