Startled awake by the sound of her window sliding open, Stephanie sat bolt upright in bed, grabbed the nearest object to her from the nightstand and hiked it across the room. “Ow!” Even in the dark, Stephanie knew her room well enough to be able to hit her mark.
However, she knew the voice. Sniffling before she cleared her throat to speak, her voice croaky. “Nightwing?” Hearing the movement continue, and the window slip shut again, the ‘intruder’ spoke. “How many other people crawl through your window, you dork? You threw something at me!” Sniffling again, pulling her knees up to her chest, she mumbled into the comforter. “I was sleeping… You startled me…”
The light flicked on, Grayson smiling warmly over at her. “Well, you’re sick. So I brought you sick person food.” Crossing to sit on the bed with her, putting the bag in his hand next to her, he looked across to see what she threw at him, before slowly turning his head to stare back at her. “Stephanie, does that book say 'Eclipse' on it? Are you reading Twi-”
“I’M SICK OK, LEAVE ME ALONE!” ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.