Raven.
“You’re awake.” I was cleaning his arms with a towel, and he flickered his gaze at me. “Raven.”
I hummed and kept the towel in a bowl, and moved closer to him. His eyes were on me, and I brushed his hair off his face gently.
He groaned when he tried to sit up.
“You can’t sit up just yet,” I said, and held him back, he lay back down and kept his eyes on me.
“What happened?”
“The doctor came yesterday and you got treated, and now you’re awake.” That was the slightest way I could explain it to him. He let out a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.
“Should I get you something to eat?”
He shook his head.
“You need to eat something.”
“I don’t have an appetite.” He mumbled.
“But you can’t stay this way.”
He sighed, and his gaze turned down in my direction. “I owe you
