As she awoke, she noticed that she was staring directly into the concerned yet beautiful ocean blue eyes of Richard Madden.

Everly gave a little yelp and jerked, managing to bump her head into the bed's headboard.

"Ow! What are you doing here, Richard?", she said, a bit confused, rubbing her eyes. "I'm at home, right? What are you doing in my apartment?"

"I just came to check on you", he answered back, flashing her a swoon-worthy smile. "You're not supposed to sleep for too long when you have a concussion, you know. You might die."

Everly couldn't help but laugh at his words, even though she felt a strong urge to facepalm.

"Well firstly, I do not have a concussion, Richie. And secondly, that is not even close to the truth," she giggled.

They fell into a comfortable silence, as Richard sat down beside her on the bed.

It wasn't long before Everly interrupted the silence:

"Wait, weren't you supposed to stay at the hotel nearby Violet's place? I thought I was the only one going back to LA tonight? You flew in from Oregon just to check up on me?"

He didn't answer her question. Instead he asked one of his own. "Can I stay?"

Everly replied "I'd like that a lot", and tried to smile up at him, although it probably looked more like a grimace, as she tried to stifle a yawn at the same time.

She felt a jab of disappointment when Richard got up and off the bed, but it disappeared when he just proceeded to remove his shirt.

Everly felt her insides tingle pleasantly as he laid down next to her, and she nestled safely into his side, laying her head on his chest.

"Thank you", she squeezed out through a yawn, feeling her eyes drooping. "It's really considerate."

Just as Everly dozed off, she thought she heard him say "I would do anything for you, love", whilst he affectionately caressed her cheek.