There's a noise, outside and to her left. A cat knocking something over, and it fades into the darkness, trailed by a dog's muffled bark.
A clang, below her. 2:53am and her grandmother can't sleep, so she makes tea knowing her granddaughter will be down soon enough.
The phone, to her right. It's hard to grab with her hand still in it's cast, but she becoming deft.
A foggy vision of characters. You can't sleep either.
She doesn't text back because they'll both pretend it never happened, and she lets it fade back into the night from which it came.