Hailee's POV
After a while, Nathan started to look tired again. His voice softened, his eyelids drooped, and Oscar had begun to talk quietly about everything he'd seen on the plane. I touched Oscar's shoulder gently. "Let your dad rest now," I whispered. "He needs to sleep a little."
Oscar nodded, though he looked reluctant. "Can I come back later?"
"Of course," Nathan said softly. "You can come back anytime, champ."
Oscar smiled, brushed his hand over his father's bandaged arm, and whispered, "I'm glad you're okay."
Nathan gave a weak laugh. "Me too."
I stood, helped Oscar off the bed, and tucked the blanket back around Nathan. "Rest," I said quietly.
He caught my hand for a moment before I could pull away. "Thank you," he murmured.
I smiled faintly. "Sleep, Nathan."
Then Oscar and I left the room.
