Elijah retreated to lean against the window. Chris...took up a position almost opposite him--a move Elijah noted with detached amusement. His focus shifted back to the girl, though. She was spunky and sassy and he was really rooting for her to pull through.

Peter was barely breathing, himself, willing Cora to take a breath, to be okay. The adrenaline surge couldn't keep up, drained as it was, but he ignored his own chilled, trembling sick feeling, just leaning against the table, his hand brushing slowly over her hair, concern written all over his face.

Hayley moved to Derek, fingers sliding into his, holding his hand in her own hope, and offering what reassurance she could about the rest.

When Cora coughed, but a more normal sounding cough, a shudder ran through Peter, and his hand slid to hers, curling around it tight. "Welcome back."