[With the immediate crisis over, Peter's starting to come down from the adrenaline rush. Now he's less in a 'trying not to panic' mode and more in a 'keep it together don't you dare cry on this POOR SICK GIRL' mode, which he can't decide if that's an improvement or not but he'll take it.]

This sounds like the same crud that I had. Y'know, when I spent that week alternating between sleeping and whining. You'll get better, we just gotta stay on top of it.

[Godddd he hopes he's right about that.

He shifts on the bed, moving to where he can wrap his arms around her. It's not too tight, but it's secure, like he's trying to reassure both of them that everything is going to be okay.]