Whatever it is can't be worth this, not when you're barely stabilized.

[Kaname's words are soft and quiet, barely spoken above a whisper due to the sudden proximity. He can feel her heartbeat quicken and her shaky breath against his neck, the sudden tension in her shoulders when his forehead makes contact. She stays there for a moment, closing her eyes tightly in an attempt to calm herself.

Then she straightens, just barely, but enough to clear her knees from the floor. A small grunt escapes her once she takes on his weight, her hand moving from his hair to the back of his head to cradle it. Messer is solidly built and has a good nine inches on her, so she has to be careful. For both of them. Slowly, very slowly, she guides his form back to his proper place in bed, cautious not to bump him or disturb the monitors. To get his shoulder there comfortably, Kaname places a knee on the side of the bed so she can lean over him for a better angle.

She withdraws her hand from his back, still mindful of the equipment and his injuries. Even when he's back in bed, she remains, her other hand still idly playing with his hair. Turning, her knee is moved so she's now sitting on the edge of the bed, watching over him.]

Please, just stay here. Try to relax. [She pauses, a soft smile playing on her lips. The hand withdraws from his hair to reach to the bedside table and grab a small remote control. It's gently placed in his hand.]

Here, this is the way we'd prefer you to sit up. It controls the bed, Messer-kun.

[The last statement is meant as a bit of a tease.]