Elena reddens, leaning back in her seat. "... it's okay if you are." She'll fall quiet for a little while, looking out the window. "... does Mom know where we are?"
Nick sets his jaw a little tightly. "Uhm. Not yet. I... she's... You're staying with us for at least a week."
"...she's going to be fine. She's just. She's sick. She got sick and had to go to the hospital. She's okay, they just need to keep her there for a bit. She called while you were asleep."
"... ... are you sure? She's not... not missing? Or gonna die?" Elena looks suspiciously like she's trying not to cry, again.
Elena scoots over in her seat to lean her head into Nick's shoulder. "... thank you." She swallows. "... is it my fault? Because I led the zombie home?"
"... okay," she says, whispering, curling up in a miserable ball. "... can I sleep in Miriam's room?"
Elena looks suspiciously like she's going to cry. "I just don't wanna sleep in a room by myself." "... wait, were you watching??"
"I didn't need to look, I have superhuman hearing, Elena!" Nick whines. "It's really super friggin' awkward, okay?!?"
"She's really pretty, okay?!" Elena whimpers in mortification, pulling the hood of her borrowed sweatshirt over her head. "And I didn't know you had supernatural hearing!"