The faith in her voice helped, more than anything - he wanted to live up to that faith, and her surety gave him surety of his own. If Summer believed in him, after all this... how could he do anything but be all right? He admittedly wanted to spend a few more minutes outside kissing her, or at least holding her close, but her father would be waiting and delaying the inevitable wouldn't really help.
In the end, he was relieved when Dr. Roberts pronounced him physically sound and fit enough to stay the night, provided he went to the hospital first thing in the morning, which was all right with him. Part of him wanted the confirmation and assurance of the doctors there that this would be all right (even if he wasn't sure they could give him that), but not tonight. He was more worn out than he wanted to let on, and he didn't want to go anywhere else when things seemed to be getting better, not worse. So when Summer came downstairs and said the guest room was ready for him, he nodded gratefully, shaking her father's hand with words of genuine thanks.
Of course, he saw the way the man looked at them before he headed for bed, as if to say that they'd better behave themselves. He had to hold in a sigh - he was a guest in their home, of course, and he'd better damn well behave himself - and moved to take Summer's hand, fingers tangling with hers gently. "Thanks for getting it ready for me," he murmured, figuring at least a short kiss (or few) goodnight might be okay, in a moment. "I guess we'd better get some sleep."
Of course, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to sleep at all, no matter how exhausted he felt.
And hooooome~ Still some work to do today but I think I should be around more 8D
In the end, he was relieved when Dr. Roberts pronounced him physically sound and fit enough to stay the night, provided he went to the hospital first thing in the morning, which was all right with him. Part of him wanted the confirmation and assurance of the doctors there that this would be all right (even if he wasn't sure they could give him that), but not tonight. He was more worn out than he wanted to let on, and he didn't want to go anywhere else when things seemed to be getting better, not worse. So when Summer came downstairs and said the guest room was ready for him, he nodded gratefully, shaking her father's hand with words of genuine thanks.
Of course, he saw the way the man looked at them before he headed for bed, as if to say that they'd better behave themselves. He had to hold in a sigh - he was a guest in their home, of course, and he'd better damn well behave himself - and moved to take Summer's hand, fingers tangling with hers gently. "Thanks for getting it ready for me," he murmured, figuring at least a short kiss (or few) goodnight might be okay, in a moment. "I guess we'd better get some sleep."
Of course, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to sleep at all, no matter how exhausted he felt.