Chryssie shook her head. "Nope. I offered for you to spend the night and I am not going back on my offer now. If you would like to leave, I really could not stop you. I would just prefer you to stay here until you are fully healed." And she meant it too. Despite the worry. Despite the tension in her core. Despite being a little shell shocked, his well being was still important to her. Healed enough was not as good as being healed fully. What would happen if he took another wrong turn down an alley. Or if his injuries suddenly made him pass out? Or if he got lost somehow cause his head was fuzzy? Or or...The possibilities were endless and not all were even all that possible to begin with. Some of them were just the outcomes of her brain slowly shutting down and entering into sleep.<br/><br/>One of the last things before she drifted off to dream was something she probably wouldn't even remember saying out loud. It wasn't much more than a whisper, but she still said it. "Don't go Lazar...Don't go."<br/><br/>That was her last words as her breathing evened out and her body relaxed into the bed. Her dreams would be an interesting place, but like most dreams, she would forget them once she awoke. The only real question left was, would Lazar stay and keep his vigil through the night or leave her in the morning, like her dreams.