Are you hurt ?" "Peter ?" She repeated the name dreamingly, hardly yet awake, and her voice held almost a caress in its soft tones.
Mallory bit back a groan.

To hear her speak his name on that little note of happiness hurt incredibly.
"Nan--wake up!" he urged gently.
She woke then--came back to a full sense of her surroundings.
"You, Peter ?" she murmured surprisedly.

She made an effort to sit up, then sank back against the wall, uttering a sharp cry of distress.
"Where are you hurt ?" asked Mallory with quick anxiety.
She shook her head at him, smiling reassuringly.
"I'm not hurt.

I'm only stiff.

You'll have to help me up, Peter." He stooped and raised her, and at last she stood up, ruefully rubbing the arm which had been curled behind her head while she slept.
"My arm's gone to sleep.