Laura frowns as she wakes up with no Gerard next to her. The day before she had slept a couple of hours with him beside her, but he had woken her up to take medicine and to drink some more tea. She had remembered falling asleep again with him beside her, but he must've left at some point to return to his own room.
She pads out of her room, a blanket wrapped tightly around her body. She notices Gerard's room empty, Max laying at the foot of his bed sound asleep.
She continues walking down the stairs, and stares in shock at Gerard in the kitchen.
"Gerard?" she asks, noticing her voice was almost back to normal. He turns around and smiles at her.
He makes his way over to her and feels her forehead for a fever.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, running a finger down her cheek. Her cheeks heat up at his touch, and he grins.
"I'm feeling a whole lot better...thanks to you," she says.
"Well, your fever is gone, and that's always a good thing," he says.
"How did you get so good at taking care of sick people?" Laura asks, tilting her head to the side.
"I, uh, learned from my madre. She's always taken care of me and Marc when we're sick, so I picked up on her techniques," he replies.
"So you're a mommy's boy then?" she asks, smiling up at the Catalan. He smiles right back, nice and big.
"Of course. I love my mother, so much. She's always been there for me," he says. "And what about you? Are you a daddy's girl?"
Laura ponders for a moment, choosing her answer carefully.
"I was until my mother died. For almost a year, I shut him out because he reminded me too much of her, and I blame myself for her death," she says, feeling tears beginning to form in her eyes.
Gerard pulls her into his arms, and she quickly becomes thankful for his strong embrace.
"I know, I know. Sergio told me about that, but Laura, you can't blame yourself for what happened. You didn't cause the accident," he says, connecting their foreheads. Because of Gerard's height, it's necessary for him to bend down lower.
"But I survived, Gerard, and she didn't," Laura says, sobbing her eyes out. He puts his hands to her face and wipes off her tears.
"Shh, it's okay. It's not your fault," he says, kissing her forehead. "Please, stop blaming yourself, I can't see you like this. Max won't like it either."
She chuckles softly at the mention of her dog, and looks straight into Gerard's eyes.
"I know you don't want to marry me, Laura, but I'm hoping we can grow closer and that you can learn to trust me," Gerard says, wiping more of her tears away, "and I don't like the way your dad is speaking to you. It is disrespectful, and I think you should stick up for yourself. I know you can, I've seen you do it. You just have to put your foot down."
"Gerard, you don't think I trust you? I told you my biggest fear and my biggest guilt. You've even seen my ugliest scar," Laura says, her voice just above a whisper.
Gerard pushes the blanket off her shoulders, and stops himself from his further actions as he notices her in only a bra and joggers. Glancing down at her scar, he runs his fingers over it, making her shiver slightly.
"This scar is not ugly," he whispers, "it shows that you went through something and fought through it."
Almost melting at his touch, Laura wraps her arms around his neck.